This Crazy Life...

I believe in miracles, because I received one today.

I went to work this morning and had a very productive day. My colleague and I were finally able to get into our shared workspace and unpack all of our gear. There is nothing a teacher loves more than feathering her nest!

I had a lovely lunch with the middle school gals. The four of us are the survivors of the third floor middle school. We shared some laughs and some gossip. The intercom interrupted to inform me to report to the office.

"Another IEP to review I'll bet," I grumbled, annoyed at having my lunch cut short. When I arrived the principal and our HR person closed the door. To make a long story short, there was a snafu with my certificate and I was going to be removed from my position effective immediately.

To say I was stunned is the understatement of the year. I had recently applied for my professional certificate and no red flags were waved, so what the heck?

I did what a "true blue" does in this situation- I started crying. I was bawling by the time I got into the car and came home to find all of my previous test results. I felt like I had once again been knocked to the ground.

"What's the point of all this?" I wailed to my husband. As my brain kept repeating, "I can't handle anymore," my heart was kicking into overdrive. I felt the strong arms of my husband hold me tight and whisper, "You can, and you will."

I wiped my eyes and signed onto the computer. I signed up to take the test in one hour's time.I cleaned my face and gathered my things, and then I looked down at my phone.

I had a text from my oldest, "What's wrong?" Apparently, my other son had texted him that Mom was having a crisis. I called my son and told him what had happened and what I was going to do.

He said, "Do you have time for some good news?" He then shared the story of his last day interning at the tv station in Cincinnati. There were five interns who were allowed to shoot some demo tape for their future resumes.

Scott had not been able to get to the station as often as the others, due to his work schedule and visit home. His demo only lasted twenty seconds. Afterwards the producer came down to critique each intern's camera performance. He skipped my son.

Later the producers had a one-on-one conversation with each intern. He told Scott that the reason he had not offered any comment on his demo, is because there was no criticism- it was flawless. He went on to tell him that everyone in the sound booth watched him and agreed, he will be on tv someday soon.

This young man has dreamed of being a sportscaster since eighth grade. His dream is going to become a reality. I was crying again, only this time they were tears of great pride, and joy that my son is getting closer to realizing his dream.

My prayers were answered. I saved my job, but that isn't want really matters.

The sound of my son's voice telling me of his triumph- that is the point of this crazy life.