You may want to have a tissue ready when you read Pete’s wonderful photo prompt story of a castle, a teacher and a student. A teacher can make a tremendous difference in the life of a child.
The real toy castle in this photo holds a similar story, yet the roles were reversed. Wesley was captivated playing with this castle in my classroom. When it was put away in order to play with other toys, he was upset and asked for the castle. One day he had a temper tantrum in front of his mother, asking her to buy him the castle. Of course she did not.
Many years later the castle was stored in the attic at school, torn and somewhat broken. When we did a major attic clean-out a few years ago, the castle was ready for the dump. I confiscated it, with many fond memories of Wesley. I had just been invited to his Eagle Scout induction ceremony – the castle would be a perfect gift.
And, it was! Wesley said, “I remember that castle! You saved it for me?” Yes, I did. We both cried.
This is a short story in, 1025 words.
It was prompted by the above photo, the third one sent to me by Jennie Fitzkee.
Mister Dolman was a good teacher, everyone agreed on that. He could make his lessons come to life by pretending to be a brave knight in armour, or a hedgehog snuffling for food. He would bring things in to show the kids, anything from a funny-shaped rock he had found, to the medals his Dad had been given during the war. Not for him just the dry text of the curriculum books, oh no. In Mister Dolman’s class, the kids actually turned up excited to be there, wondering what would happen next.
And he included everyone. No kid was allowed to sit things out because they were shy, or if they had doubts about their own abilities or skills. Inclusion was his creed, and that…
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