My husband used to teach in a low-income high school riddled with crime, homelessness and poverty. He loved his job. When he figured out that one of his students couldn’t read because he couldn’t see the words, my husband spoke with a counselor and together they made sure the student got an eye exam and glasses.

He helped students apply for scholarships and drove a senior who didn’t have transportation to visit college campuses. Instead of interpreting it as a sign of laziness, my husband felt compassion for teenagers who fell asleep during class because they rode around on public transportation all night rather than return to a violent or abusive home situation.

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