Two weeks ago, I went on maternity leave and unexpectedly my 10th grade students, with the help of my religion colleague, organized a surprise party to say goodbye to me. In particular, they wrote me a poster with these words: “Among all the things that you taught us to measure, physical quantities or the distance between two points on the Cartesian plane, there are certain things that cannot be measured, nor taught, but simply transmitted. Humanity, passion, and goodness are the first words that will come to mind if we are ever asked to describe our 10th grade math teacher."

As I read it in class I was moved, and then I enjoyed their party. On the way home I thought to myself: this is the Lord himself, passing by, using me and reaching them. These words are found in Generating Traces in the History of the World: "I will make known my presence through the gladness of their hearts.” I believe that this is so; they have seen the joy of my heart, which is the fruit of the road I am on. This fact generated joy and peace in me, so much so that that afternoon problems that until the day before had seemed uncomfortable seemed bearable.

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Telling my School of Community about what happened, I said that I merely did what I had to do, saying my little yes. A friend pointed out to me that this is not really true: I did what I had to do, but I followed a path, going after Christ. This is really true; I have in mind, for example, all the times I entered the classroom entrusting the lesson or my attempt to take care of teaching decisions. How wonderful it is to be part of this companionship: He happens and I am continually taught to recognize Him. This also makes me free with respect to what will become of my students.

Anna, Varedo, Italy