As happens now more than it ever did, I found myself sitting in my parked car the other day, unable to stop listening to this story, which was broadcast on NPR.
It was so moving because each of us has felt the urge that this story reflects - to correct a wrong.
What a gift - to both the student and the teacher - to be able to repair the torn heart(s) and heal. It was amazing that the two found one another and yes, that the teacher remembered.
Maybe I'm just getting old and sentimental, but it started me thinking ... to whom do I owe an apology?
Thanks - I needed this.