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Saying thank you is powerful. I don’t mean the robotic thank you’s we’re programmed to give as children. I mean a genuine, intended thank-you, even for something every day.
It was only after starting full-time work I discovered how good a sincere thank-you makes one feel. And it took practice to say it to my first team members once I was the manager. Now I’m more experienced, and while I sometimes miss the little points, I try to show gratitude all the time.
However, I was 20 when I started full-time work, and I am thankful for many things before that. On Dear Hank and John a listener asked how to show gratitude to a favorite teacher. It’s something I’d never thought of (how many teens do?). It’s time to rectify that.
So this is an enormous thank-you to the teachers at Matthew Flinders Girls’ Secondary College. There were many teachers over the six years, but three remain in my mind: Mrs Myers, Mrs Wright, and Mr Keast.
Mrs Myers was my economics teacher. She encouraged us to read the nerdy, smart newspapers (newspapers were still a thing then), and I recall a huge political debate in her class during a federal election. She also calmed exam jitters with Mr Bean episodes in class. Years later I was told (by economists) that studying marketing first was why I prefer behavioral economics and find the flaws in traditional economics. Nope, Mrs Myers taught me the basics before I discovered the rational person is an impossible dream.
Then Mrs Wright did so much for me that I didn’t realize at the time. Like many, my teen years were mixed up. Mrs Wright created a buffer when homework couldn’t be completed and organized text books when my scholarship didn’t stretch far enough.
Finally, Mr Keast. He was my French teacher for a few years, but it was year 12 that I recall best. That class was the most enjoyable, so the one I worked hardest in. Most of my closest friends were also in the class, and he made learning so much fun that my friends and I would play I Spy in French during lunch. Mr Keast ran holiday classes to teach us the grammar the state school board deemed unnecessary, and trips to Melbourne for exam preparation. Merci, M. Keast.
My new planner has a quote about actions becoming habits, and I definitely think we all need to create gratitude habits. Join me to thank everyone who makes a difference in our lives?
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