Strangers

Strangers

Growing up, my mom would say
Don’t talk to strangers.
While I understand the lesson even now,
I have outgrown that lesson.
Now I embrace strangers.
I am a stranger to someone
and I am no stranger then anyone else.
I may be strange in my own ways,
but so are we all.
We all have those qualities that make us unique.
There is not nor ever has been
anyone exactly like us.
At one point my wife was a stranger,
my best friend was a stranger,
so many who are in my inner circle
were strangers.
Today I give thanks for the strangers that surround me.
They represent
the blessings that may enrich my life.
They are only strangers
until we say hello.

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To Those I Should Thank

To Those I Should Thank

Thanks.
It is easy for me to thank the ones I love,
the ones who support me,
surround me with unconditional love,
grace,
mercy,
and affirmations.
it is easy to say thank you
to the ones I want to thank.
Then there are those
who I jokingly say have saved me
so much money.
They are the ones
I would prefer not to thank
but I am truly grateful for their being
these heat sinking missles
that have clearly shown me what I need to work on next.
They are the ones
I love because
they are part of humanity,
but they are not the ones
I choose to spend time with.
Yet I am ever mindful they too
have been used by the Ultimate
to teach me and help me grow.
They too bring me a lesson
which will help me grow and evolve
and in a way that only they can help me.
So to those of you who have helped me
by hurting me,
shedding light on the pain,
the lessons, and
the journey.
Thank you,
for helping me grow,
heal,
and evolve.

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Teaching and Learning

teaching and learning
are not about what happens
in the classroom.
Teaching and learning
happens in every moment of life.
Everyone I have ever met
no matter for how long
has been a teacher.
Whether I allowed them to teach me or no
was about me.
They were sent to teach me.
Being a teacher has nothing to do with
age,
relationship
or lack there of.
I have learned from
the homeless,
the prostitute.
the professor,
the child,
the repairman
the trash man,
the stranger on the street.
The world is my university,
whether I attend and am open to learn or not
is about me.
I am also my own teacher.
The thoughts and feelings
which run through my head,
and bubble up from inside me
are lessons I choose to learn or not;
be taught or not.
Even this poem
as simple as it is,
is teaching me about teaching and learning

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