Mr. Maphet was the kindest man I’ve ever known. In that sea of legalism and negativity and judgment, he was my rock and the only teacher who truly invested his heart into me and made me feel like more than my mistakes. He prayed over me at my graduation, and being around him gave me such a sense of peace and wellbeing that I never was able to find anywhere else at that school. He was a good man, and he so completely embodied the verse about fighting the good fight and finishing the race. I loved that man and trusted him so much, and even now as I’ve been stressing and doubting my faith, I am reminded of all the times he told me that he was ready to go home, and how he loved all of us and his life here on earth, but that this was only temporary. He knew where his treasure lay, and it wasn’t here. He was so good to me throughout all of my high school hardships, and I think gave me the best compliment I’ll ever hear. “You and your mother…you’re so ‘yourselves’”. He told me that I would be a great journalist, that he was confident in me, and that he knew I’d go far. That man of true faith had such faith in me, and that has to count for something. He wasn’t afraid. He was complete and whole. And I think he’s home now.
I love you, Mr. Maphet. You were an amazing teacher and I am so lucky to have known you. I miss you.
“A beautiful day begins with a beautiful mindset. When you wake up, take a second to think about what a privilege it is to simply be alive and healthy. The moment you start acting like life is a blessing, I assure you it will start to feel like one.”—(via raysofthesun)