Do you ever wonder how many "warm feelings" we have about people, but never tell them? On my way to work this morning, I passed my high school History teacher running. I remembered how nice he was and really got me into learning about History. I wish I could have told him that I appreciated him being a teacher, but you can't when going 40 mph down the road. But that was this mornings "furry feeling." Although, it could have been brought on by the Enya I was listening too... Anyway, Mr. Martel, if you are reading this, thank you for being you, and teaching History. Mr. Martel is a real man of genius.
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