One of my all-time favorite teachers, Mr. Taylor, died in October. He was a southern gentleman, a retired Army Colonel, a shepherd in education, and a servant in Christ. I have never forgotten the prophetic words he inscribed in my yearbook, and I knew that I wanted to take a photo of them to include in my sympathy card for his widow. He had written, “What a pleasure it has been to have you in my L’ship class. I can’t remember a new student ever adapting to a new environment like you have. That speaks well for you and your future…”.
Perceived by many of my peers as dreadful, I had moved my senior year of high school. Yet, I was among the fortunate students who were accepted into Mr. Taylor’s leadership class. He was a daily source of inspiration, ethics, and wisdom. He made me feel welcomed and included. He always had a smile and a story waiting for us when we walked into our classroom. Mr. Taylor cultivated our critical thinking skills and modeled what it means to be a leader. I have carried the impact of his principles, kindness, and humor throughout my life.
Fortunately, the Universe bestowed upon me a blessed gift, an unexpected reunion in 2019! I had gone to our neighborhood Chick-fil-A to pick up food for one of my former student’s high school graduation party. While I was waiting next to the kitchen, my eyes scanned the line of people waiting to place their order and they immediately landed on Mr. Taylor’s gentle face. I was so startled and joyful that I burst into tears!
Mr. Taylor could not have been more gracious to calmly listen to a crying stranger approach him and proceed to express her happiness and gratitude for seeing him. As a teacher, I did not expect him to remember me; however, my story triggered some memories. Mr. Taylor was delighted that my adaptability had supported me to thrive personally and professionally, especially as an international teacher living in different cultures.
Mr. Taylor indulged me to hug him, which meant the world to me! My 17-year old self was elated to be reunited with my cherished teacher, while steeped in gratitude for his attention and speaking to one another as fellow educators. I marveled that he was a long-time resident, yet our paths had not crossed until that fateful day. I am eternally thankful for our brief exchange, an especially poignant memory now in his absence.
All children need to have a Mr. Taylor in their lives. Lucky for me, though, I had the original. His memory will continue to be a blessing. I love you, Mr. Taylor!
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