Imagine what would happen if we all took a little bit of our own money and gave it to those who don’t have enough… pretty miraculous when you think about it.
When I was in 10th grade, I had a wonderful English teacher named Lee Allen. I wrote alot of poetry and prose in his class and he was hugely helpful and supportive to me. Without him and a few other great teachers, I’m not sure I would be where I am today. One day in class when we had just finished a poetry assignment on war, Mr. Allen asked me to stand up and read my poem. I turned beet red and started shaking. I was soooo shy back then… pimply and awkward, uncomfortable with myself, ashamed of so many things…
I stood up and read my poem. I only vaguely remember that it was a poem about peace, that asked questions about why people could not understand the simple concept that war and killing is not good for the world. When I finished, I stood looking at the ground. Mr. Allen said the following. “Class, take a good look at this girl. “(Silence and snickering) He continued. “She is one of the last and most pure idealists you will ever see and have the opportunity to meet”
And so in honor of Lee Allen, I continue my idealism!!! Let’s do it!