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I remember her name: Mrs. Delgado.
I remember her name: Mrs. Delgado.
She taught history, but that's not what mattered.
She taught history, but that's not what mattered.
One day after class she stopped me at the door.
One day after class she stopped me at the door.
She said: 'You have a way with words.'
She said: 'You have a way with words.'
I felt seen for the first time.
I felt seen for the first time.
She didn't praise me in front of others.
She didn't praise me in front of others.
Just a quiet comment, almost a secret.
Just a quiet comment, almost a secret.
That sentence stayed inside me for years.
That sentence stayed inside me for years.
Now when I doubt myself at work, I hear her voice.
Now when I doubt myself at work, I hear her voice.
It's not loud. It's just there, like a hand on my shoulder.
It's not loud. It's just there, like a hand on my shoulder.
I think she knew I needed that push.
I think she knew I needed that push.
Maybe you have a Mrs. Delgado too.
Maybe you have a Mrs. Delgado too.
The teacher who saw something in me
by @daniel09