Today, Bobby came into my 2/3rd pd. class. The University of Maryland had sent an official letter to his house, explaining the four years scholarship that covers tuition, room and board, fees, and books. He had me read it, and then I attempted to hand it back to him. He wouldn't take it. "That's for you," he said. "I wouldn't have got it without you." He then - and this sounds so cheesy, that it could be from a movie, but I swear to god it's true - pointed out the window, down the horizon, and to a corner in northeast Baltimore. "See that corner?.. That's where I'd be right now if it weren't for you. You just kept saying, (he does an imitation of my voice) 'Things will get better, Bobby, They have to.' And they did. Thanks. Really."
I don't think that if I live to be a hundred, that I'll ever hear words that move me that much again.
It's the kind of moment - heck, Bobby's the kind of kid - that can keep me going for the next thirty years.
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