June 22, 2001
How I Used My Stroke for Teaching Poetry
One day an ambulance carried off my half-paralyzed log of a body. Thinking I was dying, I slurred out two messages to my companion, Mariah: one for her, one for my kids. A mere five days later, I walked in as usual to teach the last day of my summer classes. My students were surprised to see me, since they'd heard I'd had a stroke.
Most community-college students face challenges to attend school -- they know hardship, and their concern touched me all the more for that. For reasons
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