I think back to elementary school years and a special teacher who took interest in
me and my home life situation.
By today’s standards I definitely grew up in a dysfunctional family.
This teacher graduated with me each year as she moved up to teach the next grade.
On Saturdays she held French classes in her home and I was able to attend free of
charge – yes, the poor of the parish with hand-me-down clothes, a father who
drank away his weekly paycheck leaving only enough money for bare necessities
and a mother who people referred to as different.
Years later after graduation from high school I included this teacher on my
wedding invitation list.
She did attend the church ceremony; however she passed on the afternoon
For years each Christmas she sent me a beautiful card – inclusive were
words of encouragement.
I presume she saw in me what I didn’t see within myself – power to succeed
and from best I can recall she wrote ‘never give up on your dreams no matter
I managed to accomplish quite a bit within my life amid personal struggles.
In the early 70s while in conversation with the primary builder of my
marital home I mentioned a dream goal I’d hope to attain in the future.
The man’s response was nearly the same wording as my favorite teacher
from elementary school.
Sadly dreams don’t always come true; however, I learned to substitute and
be thankful for that which I was able to accomplish.
The alternative for my craft shop was a stay-at-home sewing venture that
supplemented my fixed income.
From 10:00 a.m. through 2:00 to 3:00 p.m. I’d sew dancewear and
custom made-to-order outfits.
The hand-made items were sold to people I knew, online and at my
hometown’s yearly craft fair.
In year 2017 totally retired from crunching numbers and sewing for $$ I started
blogging more and during the past few years made some nice virtual friends.
Sitting at the kitchen table this morn eating breakfast I reflected on a few of the
At my age I’m not certain if I wish to continue blogging in hopes of publishing a
book before the Lord calls me home.
Perhaps blogging and being able to place the word ‘writer’ following my name is
as close to being an author that’s in God’s plans.
It’s not that I’m giving up 100 percent – more like I need to do what makes
Thus I have thought of returning to my love of crafts in hopes of earning a
few extra bucks.
Sunday Writing Prompt “Life Changing”