I don’t know where I would be without the teachers I’ve had. I just know that it wouldn’t be pretty. It’s Teacher Appreciation Week and the appreciation comes easy for me.
Mrs. Guidry, I’m glad that you were my teacher. The year before I got into your class I started struggling with worry. And the struggle was real. I was going to doctors so that they could figure out what was making me so sick. It turns out that it was just worry. That was in the fourth grade.
You came along in the fifth and sixth grade. You taught me how to loosen up. And you taught me how to toughen up. I used to cry because I hated school so much. I can remember crying one morning while I held the door open for you. You had a strong look on your face when you stared me down and told me to cut it out. You knew that nothing was wrong with me.
I’m not sure, but that may have been the last time that I ever cried in school.
Mrs. Guidry, thank you for not settling for teaching me math and spelling. Thank you for teaching me how to be strong. I needed that. And I appreciate you.
Turk Holt and Todd Wright, thank you for teaching me about Jesus and the Bible. There are a lot of guys like you who teach and preach. But there aren’t many who live it out like you do.
Turk, I still remember sitting at your desk with a Strong’s Concordance. You were teaching me how to prepare a sermon. That was in the seventh grade. I still think about that day almost every week when I sit down to prepare a sermon. You shaped me more than you’ll ever know. I needed that. And I appreciate you.
Todd, the last meal that we had together was at a pizza restaurant in Clayton County. There is a greater than 90% chance that that place is currently on fire or the scene of some horrific crime. I was home from college and I wanted to stay. You talked me into going back. You said that the diploma was important but not as important as finishing what I started. That’s a lesson that I still carry with me today. Thanks for being a pastor who was faithful in the pulpit as well as at some table in a pizza restaurant. I needed that. And I appreciate you.
Marsha, you are my favorite teacher. School and I have never been the best of friends so it only makes sense that I would marry a teacher. And a math teacher at that. Thank you for modeling the love of Christ by fighting for the good of your students and the teachers that you lead. Thank you for helping our young sons with their math homework when their dad gets stumped on the word problems. And thank you for giving me a reason to be a better man. When we met, I was Billy Madison. Now, you make me want to be more like Jesus. I needed that. And I appreciate you.
I saw a bumper sticker somewhere that said, “If you can read this, thank a teacher.”
So I guess that’s what I’m doing now. But you all did more than simply teach me how to read. You were placed by God in my life at the moment when I needed you most.
And I genuinely appreciate your faithfulness.