In a Reading Intervention group, a student put his head down on the desk, sighed heavily, then sat up and announced, “I need Viagra!”
“I think I heard you say you need Viagra. Is that right?”
“Well the ad on YouTube says Viagra solves your problems and when the people take it they sure are happy. I’m having a lot of trouble reading; so I’m pretty sure I need some Viagra.”
Our virtue of the month is Kindness.
The Grade 2 class did a collage project using examples of kindness they found in magazines. Before the lesson they talked about what pictures of kindness would look like so they knew what to look for in the magazines. They also talked about kind words they could clip and include in their collages.
Mrs. F, is “helping” a kindness-word?
Yes it is. When you help you are being kind.
The student toodles off and continues to work on her collage. Minutes later she returns. In the center of her kindness collage is a bold headline:
Helping You with Genital Warts
I used to run a groundskeeping program that employed adults with special needs. My primary job was to help them learn to be a groundskeeper in an authentic work environment. We would perform groundskeeping duties for various businesses and residences around Saskatoon. The on-the-job training with me would then be used to help them secure similar work in the community. Essentially, my role was to help them transition from program-based work to real-life employment. I loved that job.
On a particularly sunny day, we stopped at a service station for fuel, a washroom break, and to grab some cool treats. As I was putting the last drops of gasoline into the tank, Tim, a charismatic fellow, comes out of the store smiling like the Cheshire Cat. It was his first day with the crew. In each hand was a bag filled to the brim with a random assortment of snacks and beverages.
James, I got lots! For everybody!
That was really nice Tim, but you didn’t need to do that.
The cockles of my heart were thoroughly warmed and my allergies were really irritating my eyes because they were watering like crazy. You see, these guys live in group homes on a fixed-income. A bounty of such splendour would’ve burned up Tim’s spending money for the month. I was overwhelmed by his generosity.
I headed into the truck to get the fuel card and noticed my wallet wasn’t in the glove box. After a quick search I found it on the floor by the gas pedal.
Tim, how did you pay for all those treats?
From your wallet James!
Tanya and I met with a financial adviser to discuss our investments and retirement savings. The adviser, a young man who was very well dressed and finely groomed, writhed in his seat awkwardly as he discussed our options. I figured he drank too much coffee or needed to use the washroom. Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, he blurted:
So, what was it like? I mean, I was looking over your employment details and I see you worked for Cosmo and I just need to know what it was like. Sorry.
My wife, a gorgeous, tall, slender woman whose hair and make-up is always perfect, smiles awkwardly and replies:
It was an amazing job. We were able to help people attain rewarding employment in the community with fair wages. How do you know about Cosmo?
The look on his face was the definition of confused. He thought Tanya and I worked for the magazine.
Cosmopolitan Industries in Saskatoon is an amazing place that changed my life. I met Tanya there; I made some wonderful friends there; and, it made me a better person. If you’re interested in learning more about Cosmo go to http://www.cosmoindustries.com/
My experiences at Cosmo helped me be a better teacher and a better parent than I would have been had I never worked at Cosmo.