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A Grade 7 Incident |
| Written by John Wells | |
| Thursday, 13 March 2008 | |
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Share it:      A Grade 7 Incident He was eating breakfast at the kitchen table, and he was watching the hydro municipal workers repairing an electrical wire outside. The day would be a casual one for him so he took in the whole scene with interest. Suddenly, he recognized one of the men. That man was Don J. whom some thirty years earlier, was his Grade 7 school teacher. He decided to go outside and re-introduce himself to Don J., but Don J. could not remember him. Don J. said, “give me an instance.” Well, this turned out to be quite a door opener for him because there was something he had wanted to say to Don J. for a long time. He took Don J. by the hand and said, “It was when we were having those tests in class and we had to read our date of birth and statistics back to you out-loud so you could record them in your book. You were really hard on me at that time. I could not get the numbers out correctly when I spoke to you and you got so mad at me that you had another person take my exam and read my scores. Then, when I received my test paper back, I pretended to erase the numbers that were confounding me as a way to escape the way that my classmates were staring at me.” Don J. remembered and quickly passed the memory off by nodding his head and returning to the work at hand. This was all right. The more important part for him was telling Don J. about the incident. It was about unleashing the drama that had been entrenched inside of him for so many years. It was a victory for him to share it with Don J., to reiterate that traumatic moment and take him back through that period in their lives. Copyright 2008 John Wells |
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