The Freedom Writers

I watched a movie tonight entitled "The Freeom Writers." It is about a high school freshman class in Los Angeles made up of hoodlums and gang members from various enthnic backgrounds, and a new, raw, young teacher who was completely new to teaching. It is about how she saw in them the good and the potential and met them where they were. Was it naive, maybe. Was it unbelievable, maybe. Was it true, yes. I wept through most of it. There were many reasons. I hurt for the kids. Their eyes pierced my heart. I wanted to do the same thing. I want to help kids. I saw someone who believed in these kids and would not give up on them and wouldn't take no for an answer. It was so emotional for me. This speaks to me and helps me realize I am at a stage in my life where I can now do this. I don't want to take no for an answer from people who say I cannot. There must be a way. I want to find it. Why would the plight of these kids touch me so, if there wasn't something on the inside of me that is passionate about this? It doesn't make sense to me. There has to be a way.