A handsome, young boy walked into my room today after school and announced, "You were my uncle _____'s teacher."
I looked at the boy and smiled, "Yes, I remember your uncle. It seems like yesterday when he was in my class." (It was actually 30 years ago during my first year of teaching.)
The young, bright boy was delighted that I remembered. I was similarly delighted as I looked into the boys eyes and remembered well his spirited, bright, and kind uncle.
This was a bright spot in the day.
