When I was in HS, I was a horrible, horrible person. Kinda like Regina in Mean Girls. I was pretty and popular, but it was known that you did not cross me. I would make your life hell.
I had a teacher, Mrs. P. She was the kindest and most loving person. But to get out of some trouble I was facing, I blamed her. And it got ugly real quick. I have regretted it for a very very long time but had no way of contacting her. I didn't even know if she was still alive.
A few weeks ago, someone started a Facebook page for my HS Class. She was mentioned as everyone's favorite teacher, and low an behold, she JOINED the group!!!!
So I sent her this message:
Mrs. P, I don't know if you remember me, (although I was so horrible, I don't know how you could forget), but I want you to know the impact you made on my life. I am a better person because of you. You showed me kindness when there was absolutely no reason for you to do so. I put you in a horrible position and to this day, that is my greatest regret. I lied about you and said horrible things, yet you didnt treat me any differently. You made yourself an example of the person I wanted to be...NOT the person my parents had raised me as... I want you to know that I sincerely apologize for the situations I put you through and that YOU, Mrs. P, crafted my future more than anyone else. Thank you for that.... Much love, JR
Last night, I received a response from her:
Thank you for his powerful message: it made me cry because of the time span and you came back to apologize, which you didn't have to do because love for you is still in my heart. I prayed about our situation and how to handle it with kindness and love. I realize that you were a teen and felt that you deserved another chance. Where do you live now? Maybe we can lunch one weekend. I will be 82 years old in June.
We needed to contact each other. I will be I contact with both of you. I let my husband read your message and he told me that you must really care for me. Love you girl!!!!
Next weekend, we are going to lunch. I feel like a weight has been lifted and I'm so happy that I was able to contact her before it was too late...
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I was crying so hard when I was trying to read her response to G, that I had to hand him the phone so he could read it himself. I couldn't even speak. And then HE started crying! LOL!
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America guarantees equal opportunity, not equal outcome...
When I was in HS, I was a horrible, horrible person. Kinda like Regina in Mean Girls. I was pretty and popular, but it was known that you did not cross me. I would make your life hell.
I had a teacher, Mrs. P. She was the kindest and most loving person. But to get out of some trouble I was facing, I blamed her. And it got ugly real quick. I have regretted it for a very very long time but had no way of contacting her. I didn't even know if she was still alive.
A few weeks ago, someone started a Facebook page for my HS Class. She was mentioned as everyone's favorite teacher, and low an behold, she JOINED the group!!!!
So I sent her this message:
Mrs. P, I don't know if you remember me, (although I was so horrible, I don't know how you could forget), but I want you to know the impact you made on my life. I am a better person because of you. You showed me kindness when there was absolutely no reason for you to do so. I put you in a horrible position and to this day, that is my greatest regret. I lied about you and said horrible things, yet you didnt treat me any differently. You made yourself an example of the person I wanted to be...NOT the person my parents had raised me as... I want you to know that I sincerely apologize for the situations I put you through and that YOU, Mrs. P, crafted my future more than anyone else. Thank you for that.... Much love, JR
Last night, I received a response from her:
Thank you for his powerful message: it made me cry because of the time span and you came back to apologize, which you didn't have to do because love for you is still in my heart. I prayed about our situation and how to handle it with kindness and love. I realize that you were a teen and felt that you deserved another chance. Where do you live now? Maybe we can lunch one weekend. I will be 82 years old in June.
We needed to contact each other. I will be I contact with both of you. I let my husband read your message and he told me that you must really care for me. Love you girl!!!!
Next weekend, we are going to lunch. I feel like a weight has been lifted and I'm so happy that I was able to contact her before it was too late...
Aaaaaand now I am crying. Who is cutting onions in this house?! Cuz I just cant stop the tears! How beautiful!
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
sometimes it takes that one step, the first, and you took it.
I am sure you made her day knowing she made such an impact on you and that despite your actions as a youth, she did reach you and made a big difference in your life.
Enjoy your lunch and your friend
this makes me smile
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