At Thanksgiving I got a card from my very first student — someone I taught eons ago, back in my professional ice age. He told me how I’d opened his eyes to possibilities he hadn’t seen before and how important I’d been to him. While I remember him well (and can still see him, frozen in time, when he was 19 years old), I would have had no idea that I lived in his memory.
I was deeply touched by this man’s gratitude, and began to think about all the people in my life who live in my heart and have…