I had the same formidable French teacher for four years in a row at school. In need of some post exam results therapy, and also to fulfill a promise, I phoned him this afternoon. Such a joy. We haven't spoken since I left school over 20 years ago, although we were in touch by post before now. His sage et sympa comment was that the examiner was "spiteful" for not giving us the opportunity to excel.
How much, just HOW much do I owe to this dear old man? My love of France, my accent (which he said I had maintained, voire improved!), the introduction to French culture, literature, music, books, the lot. He really went above and beyond the curriculum with my A level class in particular. I'm so glad to have been able to tell him how much he meant and still means to me.
So often in life we don't do things when we think about them, we procrastinate out of habit, busy-ness or even just laziness. Things slip our minds and then, what happens? Time and opportunity have disappeared. The words of thanks or kindness go unsaid, the potential recipient no longer able to hear them: too late, too late. Regrets and "if only"s prey on us, and there is no escaping them.
Especially at this time of year, I would urge everyone to take a moment to phone an elderly friend or relative, or perhaps just some friend you haven't spoken to for a while. A few caring words demonstrating the caring thought can make such a difference, and not just to the recipient, to the giver also. CB and I both benefitted from our conversation this afternoon. Who's to say which was the giver and which the receiver of comfort and kindness? Thank you, CB.
Today, tomorrow, throughout this season of giving, and in the new year, be a blessing, and find yourself blessed.
Take advantage of every opportunity
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