Teacher

hen I was seven years old, I asked my mother, “how do I perform an act of kindness?” One of my first grade teachers, whom I highly respected, had a favorite phrase that was “acts of kindness.” She had millions of posters streaming across the walls of our classroom, emblazoned with bright, bold red and blue words that read “acts of kindness.” My first grade teacher told me that if I could perform one act of kindness everyday, I could make the world much brighter and more beautiful. As I explained this to my mother, she stopped me in my tracks. She took a deep breath and exhaled before she began to speak again. I thought she was going to…