A teacher loses his job after two years. The parents loved him. The students loved him. The principal didn't. Adios teacher.
So the parents of a girl who loved her teacher and loved her class wanted to do something for this teacher. After all, the teacher was given the chance to leave half way through the year with a full year's salary. The teacher chose to stay.
So the parents went to an Office Depot a few towns away and they ordered a plaque. The plaque would recognize the teacher and it would list the names of all the students.
The store manager helped them with their request. He took down all the information. Then he asked for the teacher's name. When they told him he said, "That's my dad!"
I was that teacher. The store manager was my son, Tommy.
I was the teacher who was fired. As a consequence of the actions of that vindictive principal, I wasn't able to find another teaching position in Illinois. The principal must have given me an unsatisfactory recommendation when other schools called. And I did have several interviews, but I was not offered a position. I did find a job in Arizona. But it meant that I wasn't there the day my mother died. And I wasn't there the sad day my brother died.
End of story.
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