While cleaning up some old papers, I found this letter from a former calculus student. This is what teaching has always been about for me. This is why I was so angry about being forced out. Of course he didn't keep in touch. They almost never do, but that is fine. They do what we prepared them for, college, careers and lives far away from high school. I did just sent him an e-mail. I don't know if the address is still valid, or if he will even remember me but I wanted to try to return the smile he gave me today.
(cut out from the top line is my Hebrew name, my first name and of course my last name.)