She’s Not Dead
By Charles Rachel
If I found out one day that my high school math teacher was missing, I would first hope that wherever she might be, she’s okay. Then I would hope she returned soon. I might even begin to assume she might have died, but I would hope not. If I received a letter written in a code like she might have used in class, I would be glad she’s ok, and think she might be playing a game to see how much I remember after all these years. If I then discovered that my class mates received the same letter, I would wonder what other challenges might be waiting for us. Whatever they were, we would accept them. There is always room for practicing the skills you already have, or learning something new.
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