Maybe it was just Mr. Wilson's obvious love of the subject he taught. Maybe it was simply his cool accent and his youth. The entire student body tried to mimic him. Girls crowded around him, and the boys watched him, fascinated, as if a rockstar had descended into our midsts.
Amy HarmonI know you are incredibly bright, because when you are not being a smartarse your comments in class are very insightful, and when you ARE being a smartarse you are witty and clever and you make me laugh even when I want to slap you.
Amy HarmonHe had become the most relevant thing in my life. Redemption, resolution, revelation, and now relevance.
Amy HarmonI watched him, the length of his lashes against his cheek, the lean jaw emphasized by the slight shadow of a day's beard. His face was serene, lost in the music that he was creating. And I marveled that he had become my friend.
Amy HarmonHis face was a study in concentration and empathy, as if every word I said was of supreme importance. It was that expression, that intensity, that had worn me down, and won me over, history lesson after history lesson, day after day, and he didn't even know I was his.
Amy HarmonLoving someone means putting their needs above your own. No matter what. Somehow, you figured that out. I'll be damned if I know how, but you did.
Amy HarmonAnd in weeping there was power. The power to heal, the power to release pain and let go, the power to endure love and to shoulder loss. And as the weeks became months, I cried less and smiled more. And peace became a more frequent companion.
Amy HarmonMy job this year is to introduce you to stories that open your mind to a broader world – a colorful history – and to help you see the connections to your own life.
Amy HarmonThere's no sense in running from the past. We can't throw it away or pretend it didn't happen, Miss Echohawk. But maybe we can learn something from it. You have an interesting story, and I'd like you to tell me more.
Amy HarmonOnce upon a time there was a little blackbird who was pushed from the nest, unwanted. Discarded.
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