It’s six blocks away from home but it’s much like home itself. It’s my local Starbucks. My caregiver opens the door for me, and I am welcomed by the scent of coffee. Every barista says, “Hi Hannah.” Their hellos are like music to my ears. I’m entrenched in this wonderful community, and I will never get enough. I order a skinny caramel macchiato. It’s on the table ready for me. A mix of brown and white mixing together creates a liquid mosaic, and I cannot wait for my caregiver to grab a white straw that bends so my lips can gently latch on, and the liquid mosaic can quench my thirst when I hear, “are you Hannah”? He has a mop of gray hair and a beard to match. There are only two options. Option number one is it’s an ignorant person who wants to ask about my disability. Thankfully, it’s the latter.
“Hannah, I was your geometry teacher.” He says it with a molecule of hesitancy and an unmistakable sound of excitement in his voice. My brain and heart registers who he is. I shake my head and extend my arms as if I want to hug him. “You want to hug” he asks. “Yes,” I squeal. We embrace.
I cannot stop grinning. “What are you up to” he asks. “I am a motivational speaker.” “How wonderful” he replies. Mr. Kerr tells me he’s retiring this year. I cannot help but think to myself, “one less great teacher out there.” My heart sinks a tiny bit but there is nothing that can truly dull my excitement. We take a selfie and I tell him, “Your homework is to read my latest blog post.” He nods acknowledging the irony.
This was a good morning. I wonder what God has in store for me for the rest of the day.
That is a sweet story for you, readers! This was a really wonderful surprise. Other than this, I have started writing classes with the dream of becoming a published author. We will see what the future holds!
Make it a great month,
Hannah!
