Life has a way of taking unexpected turns. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the man I admired as my high school teacher would one day become my husband. But fate, as unpredictable as ever, had a different plan.
Mr. Harris was the kind of teacher who left an impression on everyone. Fresh out of college, he brought a youthful energy to the classroom that made even the most mundane topics seem fascinating. With his sharp wit, charm, and infectious enthusiasm, he quickly became the favorite of students and staff alike.
For me, he was just Mr. Harris—someone who encouraged me to think bigger and believe in my abilities. I remember the day he handed back my essay on the Revolutionary War with a note scrawled in the margins: “You have a gift, Claire. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” At the time, I dismissed it as a kind comment from a dedicated teacher, not realizing how much those words would mean to me later.
