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The Turning
Since I was a little girl, I have always
held special moments in my mind
and stored them in a secret place
for quick and easy recall!
If an event is the first in a series, or
a last, I catch and cling with careful
and instant snap!
It all started when I was 5 years old.
I was playing in my sandpit one afternoon,
and suddenly it struck me that I would not be doing
this the following day, because I was to start school.
My life would never ever be the same again.
This thought felt a bit strange and scary
and it was sharply imprinted upon my mind
then and there.
Now, I always catch these moments.
Today I had this experience, but through the eyes
of someone else.
I teach a small class of special children
who need extra help and support.
Whenever one leaves to go to
another special class I miss them.
Today one of my wonderful little boys
spent his last day in my class as next week
he is going to another class, but this was different.
He is going to a mainstream class, as his academic
achievement has outreached expectations of a special class.
All day I found myself thinking about how
this little boy's life is about to change.
Today is a turning for him, and he didn't seem to
even be aware of it. But maybe he was aware!
As he walked out of the room for the last time,
it was just like any other day.
I smiled and felt a mixture of satisfaction
and sadness.
Joy Weare.
28th October, 2005.
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