Feeling fragile

For one of my class, I’m reading “The Courage To Teach.” It’s a solid book with a ton of bromides and trite little pieces of wisdom. This one, though, struck me. In the chapter, the author is talking about how fear affects the teacher, student and classroom.

But as soon as we admit pluralism, we are forced to admit that ours is not the only standpoint, the only experience, the only way, and the truths we have built our lives on begin to feel fragile.

We do often hold our truths very strongly. They are our rocks. When we admit those rocks can crumble like dry coffee cake, we latch onto them to protect them. They cannot crumble. We clutch them closely to our heart. Maybe that’s when we betray ourselves the most.

Every day, The Southpaw finds a sentence that makes him think or laugh. It can come from a song, a poem, a book, a newspaper article. It’s a daily celebration of our odd – and yet beautiful – language. Find other Sentences of the Day.

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