I can remember the days like yesterday. I was not the best student in the world and I had a major attitude, as well as a very smart mouth. I would need at least two to three warnings before I would do the right thing. This particular teacher saw something in me that I did not see in myself.
Ms. Reid was the music teacher, and she played the piano when I had a flute solo. She was very nice and friendly, but that meant nothing to me. She would always say, ”Good morning,” to me every day, but that still did not make a difference to me. I still had to be me. She continued showing me unconditional kindness and love, no matter what my attitude was for that day.