"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
I am an assistant principal in a middle school (grades 6-8). When I have to search a student's cell phone, I often get sick to my stomach at what I find. It gets worse and worse every year.
Everyone refers to you as a mama's boy, as if it's somehow a negative thing. They laugh and joke, and make comments here and there about how soft I am making you.
"I don’t want you to think I am crazy. I just HAD to take this in for a moment. I even called my wife.’ Puzzled, I asked him, ‘What’s wrong?’ When he had turned over the cards, he saw the names of my babies... I looked at him with complete shock and utter disbelief."
"The happiest moment of my life turned to the darkest... It was as if a tornado hit that room and I was in the eye of it as her life was torn apart around me. I had done this. It was my fault."
"That blue stain was just a big fat negative in my life. I hated it. The next month, we got devastating news about my sweet son, the one who splattered it all over our carpet."
"I’m racing to the school while calling them telling the nurse to 'go find my child!' Speeding and having a panic attack because my child called me for help and I just left her to die on the battlefield!"
