Discoveries One Student’s Book

It's not that big a deal. Not many people look to take it out.' Carlson had his head down, rummaging with both hands through his bag. 'I gotta get goin', Mr. Carlson,' I said. 'Can't miss morning roll.' 'One more minute,' Carlson said. 'I've got something for you.' 'What is it?' I asked. 'This,' Carlson said, a hardbound copy of The Count of Monte Cristo in his hand. 'I thought you might like to have it.' 'To keep?' 'Yes,' Carlson said. 'Are you serious?' I asked. 'Very serious,' Carlson said. 'You love a book that much, you should have a copy of your own.' 'I can't pay you,' I told him. 'It's a gift,' Carlson said. 'You've received gifts before haven't you?' 'It's been a while,' I said, opening the book, flipping through its familiar pages. 'This one's from me to you,' Carlson said. 'My way of saying thanks.' 'Thanks for what?' I asked. 'For not making me think I'm just spinning my wheels in here,' Carlson said. 'That somebody, even if it is only one student, listens.' 'You're a good teacher, Mr. Carlson,' I said. ...»