At the grocery store the other day I saw a woman who looked familiar. I couldn't figure out why. After she approached me and introduced herself, though, I realized that she was my son's third-grade teacher.
My son is now 21 years old. I was amazed that after all these years, and after having so many other students, she remembered my son's name and recognized me as his mother.
Today I pay tribute to all the teachers who make a difference in the lives of our children. They make a difference because they care. They work hard, in difficult circumstances, often with low pay, to try and help our children.