On our way home from the district FFA kick-off last night, I saw a shooting star.
I leaned back in my bus seat and smiled. Shooting stars, to me, have always meant hope, home, life, God is listening. Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved looking up at the sky, especially after the chores were done on the coldest winter nights, and spying the showers of shooting stars streaking across the black bowl above.
And last night’s was a long one, burning bright for several seconds before fading out, far away. Continue reading “From Substitute Teacher to Full-Fledged Agriculture Teacher and FFA Advisor”