I was reminded today about my 4th grade teacher, Mr. Schaeffer. He was one of the few teachers that took interest in me. He had a library of books in his class that he let us borrow and he would read to us often in class. This was the first time in my life I remember enjoying being read aloud to.
He instilled in me my love of words and books and realities beyond my own. A taste for fantasies of what could be and worlds I could visit whenever I wanted to kept me deeply entrenched in lives so much better and happier than my own. It was my first taste of dreaming while awake.
I was still young and naive, but the world was already a cruel place to be. He was a positive male role model in a life that was devoid of very many.
Thanks Mr. Schaeffer….wherever you are.