Dad’s are supposed to be able to fix things. I can’t fix this. I can’t undo the damage caused by a selfish woman who did not think of her unborn child when she proceeded to get herself loaded up on drugs.
Today’s post is about our favorite special education teacher. Yes. I know what you are thinking.. “Again? What did this person do now?” Actually, it isn’t what you think. This teacher has moved to a new district, and while I am happy that the teacher is no longer working with my children, and hasn’t been for a few years actually, I do have knowledge of their work through my bride. So let me say this. This post is not about complaint. Rather, I am proud of what this teacher has accomplished this year. This teacher is in a work environment where they can get the support that they need to excel at being the kind of special education teacher I think that they can be. And I think that they will be the kind of teacher that they hoped to be when they first started out to become an educator. The kind
I talked to my boys this morning about school. I said, “imagine wanting to go to school so bad that you will risk attending even when there is a chance that someone with religious ideals that are different from yours might decide to take over the school and blow it up, along with the students inside.” My middle son, commented, “it would make me not want to go to school.” So this morning, as we embrace our comfortable lives, and wrap our hands around the warm cup of coffee, let’s remember those 12 to 16 year old boys who were killed this morning. The danger for these young people and their teachers isn’t over. Authorities are actively working to render the rest of the school complex safe. And the death toll may rise. 130 your people killed. For what? Yet these young people go to school everyday with that risk