Day 1 of Spring Break. I am up bright and early on this beautiful Good Friday morning.
The sun is shining over my little piece of Florida. We say tomorrow will always be a better day. Today, it came true.
I am thankful to be the mom of two wonderful daughters, raised among a family that stretches far and wide. I am thankful for my hardworking husband who never fails to be there for us. I am thankful to live in a caring, compassionate community of citizens.
Good Friday is a good day to remember what we are thankful for. After all, Jesus is a good ol’ hero of mine. He fought for what was right. He was persecuted. He would not be held down…
I’m with him.
I’ve been shunned by my teachers union, all the way to the top.
Make no mistake. Once, they loved me. I joined, I rallied, I organized, I affected change. But, then I witnessed, and then I whistled …
I blew the whistle. Hard.
I blew the whistle on election violations. I blew the whistle on unfounded, unvetted, early endorsements. I blew the whistle on backdoor deals. I did what you are never supposed to do – I blew the whistle on union leadership.
I blew hard. And, they buried me.
I am the shame of my union.
I am ashamed of my union.
I’m not with leadership. I’m not with Hillary.
I’m not with her. .
In my classroom, I have a saying written across the top of my board:
“Tomorrow is Always a Better Day.”
It is a daily reminder to keep on keeping on. It is a reminder to keep up the fight and to keep up the faith. I will do just that.
I’m with you.