Excuse me, you look familiar.
Yes, you look familiar, too.
Did you……..?
This was the start of a conversation I had the other day with a woman at physical therapy. As we peddled side by side on the stationary bikes, we discovered that I had helped her son with reading many years ago when he was in second grade (he is now a college junior).
I seem to have many conversations that start like this, especially now that I am retired. But it is not surprising. After all, I have lived in the community for over thirty-five years (same street, same house) where my two children attended the local schools. I also worked in a large public school system in a neighboring community for about twenty-five years. Sometimes, like the conversation I had at physical therapy, it is a parent whose child I taught. But it could also be someone whose kids were friends of my kids, or a parent with whom I shared volunteer duties in scouts or choir, or a fellow teacher I met in a class or workshop.
I love when these brief encounters spring up in the course of my day. They always remind me of how far-reaching our connections with people can extend, and I am almost always left with a pleasant memory to carry with me for the rest of the day. These encounters are a simple reminder of how many lives I have touched and have touched mine, however briefly.
It was so nice to see you again.
Please give my best to………
Yes, you look familiar, too.
Did you……..?
This was the start of a conversation I had the other day with a woman at physical therapy. As we peddled side by side on the stationary bikes, we discovered that I had helped her son with reading many years ago when he was in second grade (he is now a college junior).
I seem to have many conversations that start like this, especially now that I am retired. But it is not surprising. After all, I have lived in the community for over thirty-five years (same street, same house) where my two children attended the local schools. I also worked in a large public school system in a neighboring community for about twenty-five years. Sometimes, like the conversation I had at physical therapy, it is a parent whose child I taught. But it could also be someone whose kids were friends of my kids, or a parent with whom I shared volunteer duties in scouts or choir, or a fellow teacher I met in a class or workshop.
I love when these brief encounters spring up in the course of my day. They always remind me of how far-reaching our connections with people can extend, and I am almost always left with a pleasant memory to carry with me for the rest of the day. These encounters are a simple reminder of how many lives I have touched and have touched mine, however briefly.
It was so nice to see you again.
Please give my best to………
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