It was a chance for parents to get to know their child’s middle school teachers. We would spend ten minutes in each classroom listening to each teacher share his or her background, procedures, and expectations. I wasn’t expecting to hear anything earth shattering that night, but I did. I wasn’t expecting to become emotional or overwhelmed with gratitude either—but I did. And I wasn’t alone. I felt a collective sigh of relief among those sitting around me when one particular teacher spoke. We’d never heard such a thing—perhaps in our whole lives. When it was time to go, I looked down at the index card the teacher asked us to submit. I’d filled up both sides; I had so much to say. Although it wasn’t meant for my child, I took a picture. I would show her when I got home. And now I will show you. This is so much more than an index card, my friends. It’s a passageway to potential with plenty of room to breathe. This is my latest post. If you know someone who could use this reminder, I’d be grateful if you share it. Thank you for being part of The Hands Free Revolution.