At the post office, the woman ahead of me in line turned to me and said, “Well, I did it. Don’t ask me how I did it. But I did it.”
I nodded. I smiled. I had no idea what she was talking about.
“I’m a third grade teacher,” the woman said. “I know who you are, and what I’m telling you is that I read out loud to them. Every day. Somehow, I read out loud to them every school day of this year.”
I could feel myself tearing up. “You have no idea what you gave to those kids,” I said.
“But that’s the thing,” the teacher said. “I do know. It’s what held us together.”
“I believe that,” I said.

And I do believe it.
Teachers, I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.
You held—you are holding—us together.

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