Mom here, Today's Tattle Tale is about one of my students and how you can NEVER underestimate the often profound results of your actions.
I used to teach Saturday mornings. Several years ago I got an adult student, who was having a hard time, struggling to get by when other students seemed to just breeze by. Her attendance was, if I remember correctly, spotty, in the beginning. But I just wanted to help her. I liked her and knew that she could do it. I had faith in her. When I moved to the beginner adults on Mondays and Wednesdays, soon she was there too. Over the years, she has told me many things. Here are a few of them.
1) There were days that I only walked into the studio because I saw that you were there.
2) I had an excellent teacher teach me how to do synwally (double sticks).
3) You changed my life. (This was a note that she left on the windshield of my car. It is on the fridge and will stay there for a long time.)
Recently she was asked to join the Teaching Staff. There are 5 openings and 30 students were asked. I read the letter she wrote. One of the things she said was that she wanted to "model herself after the excellent teaching staff."
You do know who I was referring to, don't you? She asked me. I told her I would get a swelled head from all those compliments and that I wasn't really all that wonderful. She told me I was wonderful, because I didn't think I was.
Last Wednesday she asked if I was going to be there when she tested for red belt. Passing means a new class on a new night. I wasn't sure what was up because of PlusOne's cello, but after getting home and thinking about it, I knew I had to go. She wanted me there. I had to be there for her. I went to karate to watch her test and then I would meet dad and PlusOne at cello.
When she saw me get out of the car, I knew she was happy. I will let you read what she said on her blog. I was very honored. It is very humbling to realize that you have impacted some one's life and that you have become that important to them without the bonds of blood or family.
Never underestimate your actions or your words. We bloggers do not judge others who blog about their cat or dog. We offer our heartfelt support, love, and in some cases, money to those who need it. MomRobyn, DivaKitty and all the cat bloggers got Auntie to Sprout's funeral this summer. I will never forget that. Ever. The blog is an amazing force for good, but so are each and every one of you. You may not realize how you help someone by your comments but believe me, you do.