My new classroom in my new building is situated at the very end of a very long hallway. In fact, it’s about as far from the office as one can get, which in years past might have been a good thing.
I’ve spent many days these last few weeks unpacking, organizing, decorating and acclimating myself to this new climate. There have been many lovely people popping into my room to introduce themselves and I certainly have felt the love. I’ve also kept a low profile, just a bit too busy to assume the role of social butterfly that I’ve come to know and love all these years.
Frankly, I’m still a bit out of my element. I’m the “new” girl. And while I’m not the fresh-faced teacher right out of college, I still feel totally like the new girl. I spent 21 years in one building here in Smythe, Oregon. And then someone moved my cheese.
Yet through all of this “newness” I’ve felt an incredible happiness in my heart, and lightness in my step. I feel as if a great weight has been lifted from my heart- and I am embarking on an amazing adventure.
But there are moments; tiny moments when I still feel a bit alone in this new, lovely building.
I’ve tried to walk down to the office each day- to at least smile at the office staff and check my mailbox. The people I pass smile and the ladies in the office are always welcoming.
The mailbox is always empty.
I’ve attributed this to the fact that I have chosen to return to my maiden name, and many might not know this. I’m also new to the building, so most of the book clubs, teacher resource supply stores and various other vendors don’t know who or where I am. THAT, I have found, is a good thing.
Today I made my daily walk, and when I poked my head into the mailroom I saw it. There was an envelope sitting in my mailbox! I stared for a minute- a bit stunned - and then smiled and reached inside.
I quickly opened it and read this note.
I stood in the tiny mailroom and read the note over and over. I wiped the tears from my eyes and felt the tiny arms of my friend as he reached out to push me on my way.
We find our courage in the most surprising places, don’t we? Mine? It was right there hiding in my mailbox.
(Thank you, Jack. Thank you, thank you, thank you.)