The small delight of every school day is an 8-year-old girl who makes me feel like a superhero. She is thrilled to see me each afternoon, and tells me. She compliments my hair or wardrobe (an unusual happening for me). She generally likes the activities we do in class, and tells me. She thanks me for explaining things to her. On Fridays, she tells me she will miss me over the weekend. I tell her I will miss her. And I do. She reminds me that all things are possible with the right attitude. I am very grateful for this little girl.