sabinetzin | A happy story for you all

I don't think I've shared this The Rest of the Story moment with y'all, but it's appropriately uplifting for a holiday:

When I was in kindergarten, I was sick a lot. Like, a LOT. Mostly it was strep over and over, each time knocking me out of school for a week. I'm talking, I was so sick I missed the school play; I don't mean the show, I missed the auditions and rehearsals too.

I had actually started kindergarten somewhat early; my birthday was very close to the age cutoff for my grade. My parents were given the option to send me or hold me, and sent me. So here I am, missing tons of school and being too young.

Enter my kindergarten teacher. She was a wonderful woman, and she saw my potential despite what was going on. She and the principal, who was also great and whom they would later name the school after, stood up for me, and they allowed me to pass the grade even though I'd missed so much of it.

So I went to first grade, and I stopped being quite so sickly, and so on and so forth, and then it's after grad school and I have no job. I do not look great on a resume; my degree is impressive but I've been out of work for the four years since. But I start volunteering and generally trying to apply for anyone who will potentially have me.

Finally, somewhat miraculously, I get a job, and my boss says to me, "I asked my wife if she knew you, and she said 'Is she still smart as a whip?'" Because somewhere in the interim, my kindergarten teacher had remarried, and I didn't know her new name.

So I don't have a good ending for this, even though it ended good. But enjoy it on this day, won't you?