They Are Paying Me Way Too Much Money

I did not hesitate for one second. I am an elementary school counselor. I get to play with children. They uplift me, and delight me. I do my best to stop their tears and get them back to class. I successfully eliminated twenty-eight jobs before I became a school counselor. I was forty-four when I received my diploma. So forty-four when I had my first counseling job. I loved it, and I love this one. I love counseling. I love the kids. I love teaching character education classes. Retirement? Not for this seventy-one year old. I will go out at ninety-two in a body bag. I ask only one thing. Do not tell the children I am dead. Just slip my body into the bag and leave me in a locked room Until after school. Then slip me away quietly. There will be no funeral. I don’t want any of them to have any more tears. Some have had way too many already.