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This week I sat down with Seth Brady, one of the 12 Illinois Teacher of the Year finalists. Disclaimer: Yes, Seth is my son, the same son I bragged about here, on FaceBook, Twitter, Google+, and any other place that came to mind.
“All you need is one teacher that cares about you and can deliver a comment that resonates with your soul.”
She can undo almost any negative comment and totally change a student’s perception of himself. A Parent’s love is important, of course, but often it takes someone outside the family, someone who recognizes a child’s unique genius, to cement a confident belief in himself. For Seth Brady, 2014 Illinois Teacher of the Year finalist, one of those teachers is Mrs. Fryzel who tenaciously pointed out his gifts. Her ability to see his talents was like magic.
“Teachers are like seed-scatters, they don’t always know what becomes of the seeds,” but the seeds take root and grow throughout an individual’s life.
Brady earned two masters degrees
I feel so lucky that I am writing for a local newspaper. I never tire of the interesting people I meet. Everyone has an interesting story. Everyone has a history.
Last month Camille Paddock gifted me with her poise and grace. She took a painful experience and propelled it into a national, perhaps international, anti-bullying campaign. This month, Camille visited the a local school. Some parents choked back tears as they described the bullying their children endured. Yesterday, Beanie dropped the DVD of Camille’s speech at the local high school.
A high school football player, K, slammed his locker shut with such force that he nearly severed the finger of my grandson, B, whose locker is next to K’s. (K was angry that he left his own shorts outside.) B’s injury is such that he is “out for the season,” cannot go to his part-time job, which requires the use of both of his hands, and is out of school for at least a week. The injury required a trip to the emergency room, X-rays, stitches, and a bug-eyed Doctor’s recommendation to see a specialist. The cut exposed tendon, vessels, and nerves. One bone broke, and B has nerve damage. Although it’s too soon to tell regarding the nerve damage, the prognosis is good for a full recovery is good. I have a picture, but they make me a little squeamish, so save it until the end for the strong of heart. Here’s a picture of Halloween hotdogs instead. If you really want to see the gory details, scroll down past “Related Articles.”
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