In the previous post I wrote about a high school teacher who taught his class a wonderful lesson by accident.
When I wrote about this for a class in the summer of 2000, I thought how wonderful it would be to contact Mr. K and let him know what an impact his accidental lesson had made on me and on other students who were in that classroom all those years ago. I contacted my high school academic counselor, Bill Flanagan, with whom I am still in touch even though I graduated in 1974. Mr. Flanagan gave me Mr. Keneally’s email address. I wrote him an email, reminding him of who I was and then relayed the story of that morning’s lesson. I told him how I have run into other students who were in that class that early Monday morning and let him know that we all remember that day. Then I followed up by letting him know what I was up to and a little bit about my kids.
Within a couple of days, I received a reply from Mr. K. His email made me cry. In it he said, “Wow, thank you so much for writing! Twenty nine years go by quickly. Your email brought back fond memories and a little tear to my eye. I do remember you and that freshman class of Emerging Nations. I was so proud of what you wrote and the fact that you did write, that I shared it with my family and friends.” He went on to fill me in on his career changes and on his family. I was struck by his occupational choices. It appears that after leaving teaching, he owned a restaurant then a chain of restaurants. Later, he started a chocolate company then he went to work for a Fortune 500 company that supplied food products to restaurants and grocery outlets. Then he did something you might not expect. He left that company to head up a non profit organization that manufactures cakes and tarts while training and developing skills in people with mental and/or physical disabilities. The company also trains and employs homeless and welfare recipients. He said it was challenging but very rewarding.
I found myself, once again, in awe of that rebellious philosopher. I am so glad that I reached out to him to let him know what he did for many of us ninth graders back in 1971. With his email reply, I found myself again considering myself very fortunate to have had this man as a teacher. His lessons keep on teaching.
I’m sure you encourage and inspire him as much as he does you, Corina. I know you don’t often think so, but you’re pretty darned awsome yourself.
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Ah shucks.
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This is a wonderful ending to your story. Sorta ties it all neatly in a bow. I agree with Shawn, I’m sure you inspired him as much as he did you. It must have been so satisfying to hear from him again.
I would love to contact my fourth grade teacher, but she is probably long gone. Just had a thought. Wouldn’t it be wonderful if there were a website where people could go to post about teachers they loved and that had a positive influence on them. Teachers all over would check it frequently, I’ll bet.
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There are some sites but they are set up primarily to rate teacher performance and more often than not, they are very vindictive.
I think it’s a great idea. We’ll have to work on that one!
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that really is a wonderful story … I’m so glad you contacted him. It obviously meant a lot to him. And how nice that he’s stayed true to form … a man who thinks way outside the box!
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