As a sixth-grade teacher, I had received many thoughtful gifts from students over the years, but nothing prepared me for what happened on the final day of school. A quiet boy with glasses, who rarely spoke in class and often sat alone during lunch, approached my desk holding a Starbucks gift card. Months earlier, I had casually mentioned how much I loved the coffee shop, never imagining that anyone would remember. He shyly wished me a wonderful summer and handed me the card. I thanked him warmly, assuring him that he didn’t need to spend his money on me. At the time, I believed it was simply a sweet gesture from a student who wanted to show his appreciati…Continue Reading
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