Last week I received my contract for the next teaching year. I am a survivor of this time. Our private school marches on in spite of our down sizing.I have been the survivor before. Years ago my daughter was struggling, barely living with ALL Luekemia. Children all around us at the hospital were dying. I was going to funerals for these once beautiful children. I would saying good by and return to my daughter and our little family.Sometimes surviving can be harder than going. The guilt of it all. Why did my child live and another mom's child not? I am reminded of that humbling time all those years ago as I sign my contract and return to my work.
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