I got an unexpected visit from Snoopy yesterday. OK… that’s not his real name but it was this post that earned him his name for the sake of this blog.
Snoopy was a student of mine who did odd jobs around the homestead once a week or so. I last saw him 3 years ago when he graduated. Since then, he has secured himself a job, a love and a baby. He was also a member of the latter edition of the “All Too Real Players“.
I have to admit that my heart swelled with pride seeing him yesterday. He is making a go of it… that is paramount in my book.
When I first met him he was an angry, little goth kid who felt the world owed him. In fact, I couldn’t help but think he was a little shit who was fast heading to destruction. I was not thrilled a year or two later when he was assigned to my theatre class.
But I’ve watch him grow over the years to become one of the more responsible kids in my stable back then.
It warmed me to think that he came to seek me out now that he is on the path to stability. We may even hang out this weekend.
I think that is so worth counting this week… besides, it made me smile wider than the man in the moon.