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I had a neat dream last night, about being in a class. It was in my elementary school multi-purpose room, and there were about 30 students sitting at the lunch tables, 2 to a table. We were about to take a test. The questions were on the board at the front. I didn't know there was going to be a test, so I didn't even have a piece of paper to write the answers on, had to borrow a sheet from the student next to me. The weird thing was...I'd given her the whole notebook I was borrowing a piece of paper from!

We only had a few minutes to complete the test. The questions seemed simple enough. Basic stuff. I ran out of room though and had to ask for another piece of paper, which she happily handed to me.

The teacher was a guy who smiled a lot, and had an easygoing manner. He said when we're done, he was passing around the answer sheet and we were going to grade our own tests. I was sitting at the 2nd table to get the sheet, so I noticed the ones in front of me were smiling and laughing as they passed the answer sheet back. My friend next to me finished hers and gave me the sheet. I found one question I'd missed and knew my answers were going to be all jumbled up, with the wrong numbers next to the answers. I wondered if I could write my answers over again, but everybody was waiting for the sheet so I knew I had to accept it like it was.

As I scanned the sheet and saw most everything was matching up, except for the numbers, I felt good about it and just passed the sheet back to the table in back of me. The girl there was busy with her pocketbook, digging for something. That's when I realized there was another answer sheet stuck to the bottom of the first one, which I hadn't seen! I took the 2nd sheet back, so I could read what I'd missed.

This one surprised me....it was a collection of articles....not answers at all. One told about our teacher, and revealed that he was a very interesting and kind man, who had done a lot in his life, done much to help others. I wished I'd gotten to know him better, while sitting in his class, since it seemed to be over.

At the top of the right side of the paper was the story that really got me. It was about our teacher, and the way he'd raised money when he was a little boy, in order to help another little boy who was sick. He started out with just a little bit of money and talked to everybody he knew to help him. The print was faint, since it was a very old article, but I could make out the story anyway. It said that our teacher's efforts to help his friend snowballed and after a lot of outreaching to others, his friend received all that he needed...... and he got cured! It was a miracle story. And it was all because of what a little boy started with a few pennies of his own.

I realized then what the teacher was teaching us. He was smiling as he looked around the room, watching us with joy as we all realized what he, and the class, was all about. The test never mattered at all! We all knew that the point of the class was not to learn something with our brains, and we never needed to worry about the test after all...but it was all about remembering with our hearts...and helping those that needed help...and sharing what we have with others, however small it seems at the time.

It turned out to be a wonderful class, not at all what I expected, but far better than I could have even imagined it would be, because at the time I wasn't understanding the purpose. At the end...I knew....and was just very, very happy about being there.

Love & Joy,
Barb ~ Mountain Wolf VT