Heroes I Have Taught -- and Who Have Taught Me

David was gaunt and bony-faced, and the sole of one shoe flapped loosely as he walked. In his first paper for my writing class, he wrote about living in a halfway house among abandoned buildings on a street littered with liquor bottles and hypodermic needles. At night, drive-by shootings and sirens inspired his nightmares. To support himself, he commuted an hour by bus to flip burgers for minimum wage. Hunger gnawed him, and only concentrating on studies focused his mind. He apologized for