The Principal and the Preacher
The Principal and the Preacher Today, a tall good-looking high school kid came back to see his old principal. I looked in his calm eyes and this old man began to smile. My friend was in a good place and he came back to see his former teachers and one old principal. When my friend left my office and after I gave him a hug, I closed my office door. I fell into my chair and I sobbed. I was transported back in time to a cold winter day when I walked this boy home from school. My heart ached on that cold bitter day. My young friend was hurting in ways that no child should hurt. I sat in his parents living room with his family and his counselor. I held his tiny baby sister in my lap. My boy curled up with the old family dog. We all knew that this hurting tender little boy needed more help than we could provide at school. We cried as we decided that ...