So my wife and I arrive at the airport and as soon as we go through
the sliding doors we see a woman in a uniform wearing a badge.
As my wife has a question to ask, we walk up to her, and after
she answers, she looks at me and says, “You’re a teacher, aren’t you?”
Completely surprised, I answer, “How did you know that?”
“I know because my daughter had you for third grade!”
“Wow!” I respond, “What is your daughter’s name?”
“Myra!” she replies. “Do you remember her?”
“I do . . . especially since I only had one Myra in all my classes.
She must be around forty years old now!” I say, injecting a little humor.
“How is she doing?”
“She’s doing well!” her mother answers. “In fact, she’s twenty-three
years old, getting ready to graduate from college! By the way,
you were one of her favorite teachers!”
“That’s great to hear!” I respond. “Say hello for me, and you take care!”
And when we’re far enough on our way, my wife says to me,
“Well, that must make your day!”
“It certainly does!” I respond, “but you know what. . . I can’t quite
picture Myra at the moment!”
