I had a student who didn't enter high school.
We had classes only for 6 months and he quit because of his bad behavior like smoking,
running away from house etc.
At first , I thought that he is different from other sts.
I thought that he needs a counselor therefore I searched for a counseling center
that runs in the city, which is free of charge.
Then, I recommended that his mother to take him to the counselor but his mother doesn't
have her own car. That's why I took him to the counselor every Tuesday.
Every after his consultation with the counselor, I had to speak with the counselor
instead of his mother about him.
We only had 10 free consultation. Unfortunately, nothing happened after 10 times of
consultation. It wasn't helpful at all for us-him, his mother and I.
After that, he ran away form home. I phoned his friends to find out where he is.
He was near my city where it takes 2hours to get there by car.
His parents wouldn't want to do anything for him. That was not the first time.
I asked some advice from my husband and he told me this,
"You should go to that city to bring him back to his parents. There is nobody else who
can help him except you. You better go now!!"
Can you guess how kind he is?
Driving to the city, a thousand emotions crowded through my mind.
"What am I doing?...
Why am I going to this city?...
Why should I go there, not his parents? ...
Why?... Why?... Why?...
It will help him and encourage him...
I am doing well...
This is the best way...
He is my student...
I can turn him a good boy..."
Eventually, I foung him along with his friend so I took him and his friend back to their
parents.
A few days later, he couldn't keep studying with me, so he quit.
For 6months, I did my best to make him study hard but I failed.
I think the reason is that he has some trouble with studying.
A year later,
his mother called and told me that she moved and wanted to invite me to her new house
after arranging the house. But she hadn't called me yet and I am worried that something
unexpected happen to her.
Yesterday, I heard a news about him. His bad behavior gets worse and worse and
as well as his younger brother even though he is only 15 years old.
To make matters worse, his mother has cancer. I am dumbfounded. I feel very sorry for them.
He was my student and I know how sad his mother is for them.
when he was my student, she and I talked a lot.
But I don't want to know their sorrow any more. I don't want to be hurt by them any more.
On the other hand, if she dies for cancer, I can guess how I will regret so much that I didn't
call to comfort. I'm afraid of that.
Here is the question Jason,
What will I do?