I am pleased to post today’s story from Joan Rose, my son’s grade three teacher, a dynamic, motivating, and decidedly un-diva like woman. When I invited her to contribute a story to the blog, I didn’t actually know much about her personally. But I knew that she was one of the most infectiously positive people I have met in a while. And I knew that with her as his teacher, my son was having the kind of school year every parent dreams of – where he forgets past frustrations and comes to believe in his own brilliance. I felt sure she would have a great story to tell. And I was right. Here it is.
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The foot, encased in my ski boot, flopped over sideways at a 90 degree angle from my leg. Boot buckles flat on the snow, the rest of the leg facing forward. It was this incongruity that captured my attention, not the pain. That was yet to come.
