I barely had my Bachelor of Science degree in my hand, and somehow, in some strange way, the Comal Independent School District in New Braunfels, Texas, trusted me to nurture twenty-two 9-year olds from August to May. Oh dear. Funds were extremely tight those days as my $1,300 a month salary was supposed to carry the hubby and me through while he finished his degree. So, because my mother only let me shop from the clearance racks at stores while I was growing up, I did what all frugal gals did. I sewed my clothes. It was quite fancy of me, I know. Every single outfit I wore was made by these ten fingers that are writing to you now. Imagine the sheer joy I felt when I could make an entire outfit, matching bow included, for under $10. (It was 1994 so matching bows were in, thank you. They did look quite loverly on me. Just ask the hubs.) My 3rd grade team typically taught in units so I thought it would be oh so cool to make a vest to go with each unit. When we did our Chocolate theme, I had a vest with chocolate candies on the fabric. When we did our Christmas unit, I made a few vests with all sorts of decor on them to celebrate the season. When we did our Charlotte’s Web theme, I had a vest with pigs on it. Sho nuff did. All of that to say… There was a young girl in my class that year named Savannah. Her long, red, wavy locks were to die for. She was as sweet as chocolate meringue pie. I adored her. One particular day she came into class quite gloomy. In my normal let me give you a hug fashion, I asked what it was that was making her so sad. She started to cry and told me her saga. I finally realized what happened in her life to cause such drama. She ended our talk with, “But, my mom says even though it’s a curse, that I’ll be better in 5 to 7 days.” If she only knew.