Today Rachel's Challenge came to our school and held an assembly and a workshop for the school. The message was to start a chain reaction of kindness, because you never know how much you can impact somebody. In a world where we are told we are small, today I was inspired to know that God HAS given me the ability and means to make an impact much greater than I can fathom. We were challenged to share with 5 to 7 people how much of an impact they made on our lives. Here I want to touch on just one of those.
Mrs. Schmidt was probably one of the kindest, craziest people I know. She never met a stranger, and I'm pretty sure she was capable of being in two places at once. One of my earlier soccer memories was of when she was coaching our 1st grade team (we were the Vipers.) I came to practice one day just to find myself learning how to kick a soccer ball correctly...the whole time. For what seemed like an eternity our parents held the balls as we kicked the soccer balls in place repeatedly. That was my earliest memory of Mrs. Schmidt, and I'm not sure how it fits in to this post. All I know is that she was at that practice because she cared about us.
She didn't stay our coach forever but she didn't disappear. I can't count the number of times I rode with her to a game or stayed with her and Maria during a tournament. Mrs. Schmidt brought us snacks even when it wasn't her turn on the roster, and she was the one who brought enough for everybody. One of the best parts of soccer season was going to the pool party after the last game, and guess who hosted that?
I remember on the way back from a tournament we stopped at a shop that had authentic Mexican food so Mrs. Schmidt could buy some stuff. Did I mention she was the best cook ever? She was Catholic, and she could make the best meals even on a Friday in Lent. And if you didn't know Mrs. Schmidt, she didn't look Hispanic, and that's probably because she wasn't. However, growing up around the culture she was fluent in Spanish (and she was after all, a Spanish teacher.) So as her and my mom went in there, she put the workers into shock as she all of a sudden began to speak perfect Spanish. It wasn't above her, she was just speaking to people the way they spoke. She was a friend to them, and she considered them her friends.
As I finally got into high school I got the opportunity to have Mrs. Schmidt as a teacher. What she displayed outside the classroom was what she taught inside. She would repeatedly tell us, "I want you to learn a little Spanish, but what I really want you to learn is to be good people." That she strived for everyday as she shook our hands as we entered the classroom, as she arrived at school before dawn to tutor any student that asked, as she stayed until dark to do the same. Anyone who needed Mrs. Schmidt for anything could call on her at anytime. On the tests she gave us, she never failed to put on the end of the directions that started out "Please..." the simply two words of thank you.
A final story of Mrs. Schmidt also happened in her classroom that year. I had been having a bad day, and as I went to Spanish second period she noticed. As we worked on the computers something about conjugating verbs really set me off and I had a meltdown. Now I am one of those that is known for crying, in fact I used to get a prize if I didn't cry the whole day. This wasn't abnormal. However, Mrs. Schmidt took me outside and gave me a hug and said "aren't you glad that this happened when you were with me?" And truth is I was.
No other teacher knew me like Mrs. Schmidt, and no teacher had made it so obvious a point to show the genuine love and compassion that she had. Today as we talked about making kindness happen and setting goals for ourselves, I decided that I want to be someone that people know they can come to and trust, like Mrs. Schmidt was for me. She's not here for me to tell her that, or that I think she looks a little bit like Lucille Ball, but what I do today and how I act tomorrow is what counts. I challenge you as I challenge myself to find who you want to be and to go for it. "You never know when you might start a chain reaction."
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