Walking down the steps; landing awkwardly with a rebound; or a misstep between second and third base. BAM! Instant searing pain in your knee. That happened twenty-years ago. Your knee thinks it was yesterday.
The teacher humiliates you in front of the class. BAM! Instant searing pain in your soul. You were wounded in school twenty-years ago and it’s still fresh in your psyche.
You endured seemingly hundreds of teacher-drones throughout school. Except those who inflicted searing pain, they all blend into a sea of “what was that teacher’s name?” Except for those who didn’t. Three teachers made a difference in your life and you will never forget their names. Why?