My First Time

This is my first time writing a blog with my new laptop. I got to thinking about all the first times in my life. I can't remember my first step or my first word. I don't remember the first house I lived in or my first day in school. What I do remember is the first teacher who took the time to care about me, my second grade teacher Mrs Keacher.

Mrs. Keacher always seemed to bring my spirits up when thing were going wrong for me. I spent most of the first grade year at home because I had my tonsils taken out and thing went wrong during the surgery. I was not fully out and jerked when the doctor starting to cut. The inside of my throat was damaged and I had to learn to eat and talk all over again.

When I did make it back to school, I was too far behind to pass. The school past me anyway and second grade became a hardship for me. Mrs Keacher took the extra time to help me. I know I could not have made it without her help. She was the first person to show me compassion.

So this is for all those teachers out there. Thank you for all you do. Thank you far all the sacrifices, times and compassion that is given to us. Thank you Mrs Keacher.

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