This year, my two youngest children started walking to and from school.
On the first day, they were excited to tell us about their favorite crossing guard: Mr. Charlie, a grandfatherly man who stops each child to introduce himself.
He talked so long that first day, they began to fear they would be late to school. He was equally glad to see them on their way home.
Mr. Charlie is the first and last impression of school they encounter each day.
Just a few days ago, they told me they were on their walk home from school when they came to the last cross-walk. Suddenly, they realized Mr. Charlie wasn’t there. They stopped and looked at one another. One by one the children behind them began to pile up. None of them had ever crossed without Mr. Charlie before. Continue reading