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Amplifying Their Voices

I am so emotional right now. All the emotions.

My co-author, "Jorge," wrote his part of the afterword, which just needs to be edited. It is not long but it is SO powerful. I am crying typing it in for our editor.

I can't wait to share all this with you. I'll give you a taste:

"... they [kids like him] feel as if nobody is going to care about anything they have to say, and to be honest, that's where it all starts."

Then, this is the part that really got me. "If it wasn't for my 3rd grade teacher [me], I wouldn't be here talking about my life story. She told me my voice needed to be heard, so here I am."

People often, OFTEN, thank me for giving my former students a voice.

I say no, they have a voice. It's just that no one is listening. My goal is to amplify their voice.

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