“Perspective. That’s my curse. I fit too easily into people’s shoes. When someone does something to me that I should feel hurt and betrayed by, I don’t. Because I understand. I understand why the person did that. I understand that if I was the person I’d probably do the same thing to me. I get it. I get them. And I get you. So do what you have to, because I’d do the same if I were in your shoes.”
Frustrated, I looked at the girl who had just spoken those words to me. I sighed.
“Anna go and sit down. The next time you don’t submit your homework on time, I won’t listen to anything. Do you understand?”
The beautiful and yet very scary thing about teaching literature to these students was that there was always one student who naturally understood just how powerful words could be.