I’m about to start watching V for Vendetta as I do every November 5th, and the oft quoted refrain “Remember, remember…” generally reminds people of violence and government overthrow and all that fun stuff, but the word “remember” alone doesn’t have those connotations.
Remember when I challenged that student to turn in an amazing project? He’s totally stepped up as a learner in my class.
Remember when I went to Denmark this summer and experienced emotional healing? I still thank God for that every day.
Remember when I celebrated a student’s baptism last spring? She guest lectured in my class yesterday.
Remember when I stood without my braces or any supports for the first time since my accident earlier this year? I’m still taking steps without the braces.
Remember last year when I got to teach the students I lost after my accident? Several of them still come over for tea.
Remember last summer when I took a handful of steps on my own with no supports? I still have hope of walking like that full time someday.
Remember two years ago when I returned to the classroom after a semester in the hospital? I’m still grateful for every day with my students.
Remember when I broke my back and the world took a collective gasp and feared that my life was over? Praise the Lord, I’m still going strong.
I know of no reason this nerve damaged season should ever be forgot.
