Two years after my heart attack, I was teaching my college course when I felt discomfort in my chest. I paused the class to pop my medication and felt better quickly.
“Now, if I ever do have a heart attack,” I told my students, “I will give extra credit to whoever gives me CPR.”
One of them shouted out, ”How much?”
My second-grade student came running up to me, whining. “Look what Robert stuck on my back!"
It was a sticky note with the words “Kick me, I’m stupid” written on it.
I took Robert aside and lectured him on how to treat people with kindness and the importance of being polite and encouraging.
A few minute later, I heard, “Look what Robert stuck on my back!”
It was that first little boy, holding another sticky note.
This one said, “Kick me, I’m smart.”