The other day I was sitting listening to presentations by my students, with rapt attention I might add, when I looked down at my hands to a sort of shocking revelation. I have my fathers hands! It was as if I noticed for the first time and the impact of this revelation was both moving and strange at the same time. I actually gasped? I am sure the students thought the tears in my eyes were the result of pride in their performance – so, I guess I killed the proverbial “two birds with one stone.”
I guess I should back up a little here. My father passed away some years ago now, and for any…
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