When I was in 6th grade (I can’t believe how long ago that has already been) my teacher was an awesome role model. He was very enthusiastic about his job, an honest and hard worker, and had a knack for telling great stories. There were so many stories our class loved… stories about Bambi, his grandfather, and the weird occurrences he went though as a waiter. Many of us would often stay after school and help him grade papers and put up all of our artwork around the classroom. I remember one day after school, he told some of us the story about the starfish. I remembered the moral of the story today, but I couldn’t remember all of the details.
After searching online, I finally found the story I had recalled from all those years ago here.
The moral of the story was that every single one of us were capable to make a difference. I know I took that with me from that day forward.
I’ll never forget the stories he told his students or the incredibly positive impact he has had on our lives. It has already been 6 years since you were taken from this world and it feels like we were all singing Dolly Parton songs together in class just yesterday. Rest in peace, Mr. Schoeffler.