Something inside me is pulling. I want to cry again.
I shedded happy tears today, for my students performed exceptionally well today.
And I felt like crying because my heart felt pain for a student who is terminally ill.
Now, in the middle of a choir perfomance, I want to cry again, for unknown reasons. The very nice piano solo comforted me for a while. I guess that the pianist is a very very gentle and perceptive person or how could he play it so mellowly?
Sometimes I don’t think, but I still feel bad.
I wrote something to encourage that bedridden student, upon the suggestion of my colleague, but those words don’t seem to work for me. Will they work for her?