Letters to Mr. Goss: Acts of Kindness Week

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Valentine’s Day doesn’t have to just be about romantic love, it can be a time to reach out and perform an act of kindness to brighten someone’s day. There is even a whole WEEK dedicated to it every year around February 14. For many years I have tried to find someone to reach out to in a positive way around this time. Sometimes it is by lending a helping hand, and other times it is in order to say “Thank you!” to someone who had a positive influence on others. Six years ago I helped classmates contact a former High School teacher, who was also very ill, because we wanted him to know that he had made a difference in the lives of countless students. Turns out it was just in time

Mr. Goss had been my English teacher during Senior year of High School. He was one of those amazing teachers that got students excited about learning and about life, despite his occasionally crusty exterior. We appreciated his energy and passion, his unique view of the world, and the fact that he could teach with equal levels of earnestness the symbolism of Dr. Seuss or Dante’s Inferno. He left a lasting positive impression on me, despite the fact that my constant disorganization frustrated him. Almost twenty years later, when I first started blogging, he was on my mind a lot. I wanted to reach out to him to say thank you and tell him that he had a huge influence on my writing style and self-confidence. Around that time a number of former classmates began to reconnect on social media and the name Mr. Goss came up often. He was described as, “My favorite teacher”, “The best thing to happen to English”, “My inspiration for becoming a writer/teacher”, and “The only person I felt I could talk to”. Many students stated that he made a huge difference in their lives, and that they still remember the things he taught them. One student wrote, “He was just one of the coolest teachers I think I’ve ever known. Even when it wasn’t about English or Literature, he was teaching about so many things.” Another said, “We LOVED Mr. Goss!! Who else could discuss how important it is to have your glass of milk so cold it almost hurts? Or read Dr. Seuss’ ‘Are You My Mother?’ to you and put it on your senior English exam?”

All those kind words were said on social media, however. I wondered if Mr. Goss himself knew how important he was to all of us.

I had also heard whispers that our former teacher may be ill. I wasn’t sure just HOW ill, nor was I sure if that information was supposed to be public knowledge. It increased the urgency of my desire to contact him, but I did not wish to invade his privacy. I waited a while, but the feeling of urgency and desperation kept growing inside me. What if he was REALLY sick? I was sure that those students who sang his praises on the internet would be devastated to learn that they could no longer tell the man himself. I decided that it would be an utter tragedy for Mr. Goss to die without the possibility of knowing how many students spoke so highly of him; without knowing that he had made such a difference.

I think everyone deserves the chance to know that the efforts they make do indeed matter to someone. Everyone deserves to know that they had a positive impact on the world and helped make it a better place. Yet far too often we stay silent and don’t speak up and tell people what they mean to us.

As Valentine’s Day approached I decided it was time; I could not wait any longer. I used an old-fashioned thing called the “Phone Book” and looked up a “Raymond Goss” and called, hoping I had the right person. His wife answered and I introduced myself, saying that I was a former student who wished to say thank you. Her response was that he was very sick and resting. She went on to explain that, even though they were trying to remain optimistic and he had been beating the odds, his prognosis was not good. Her confirmation of his illness gave me the opportunity for which I had been waiting. I frantically began to pray silently while trying to quell the rising emotion in my voice. With a catch in my throat I asked her for permission to share information about Mr. Goss’s situation, and explained that there were many students who would like to show their appreciation for their former teacher; students who would be upset if they did not have a chance to do so. She agreed and gave me their mailing address, admitting that they did not go on the internet much and preferred to not get flooded with phone calls. She then allowed me to speak with her husband, gently reminding me that his strength was limited.

I wish I had a tape recording of that all too brief conversation. I was thrilled to discover that, even after almost 20 years, Mr. Goss remembered me. I told him a little about my life, and we discussed my writings and experiences as a Mom and an advocate for Autism acceptance. I reminded him that when I was in High School, “I didn’t always do my best writing, but when I did…”, and he cut me off, stating simply, “It was REALLY GOOD!” I will remember that moment for the rest of my life. He, who had read countless papers from countless students, remembered my writing. I thanked him for believing in me, and for being one of the first people to make me feel like a good writer. I also read to him some of the kind things that other students had written about him as they reminisced about High School, and he seemed surprised but happy. I said, “Hopefully you will be receiving letters from these students soon, so they can tell you themselves how much you mean to us!”

We then talked briefly about his illness, and he shared that he was doing his best to fight. “I am looking forward to the spring,” was one of the last things he said to me.

That day I made a post about Mr. Goss’s illness and gave his address (again, with permission), asking former students to please consider sending him notes of encouragement. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Even though at the time we were still not sure just how sick he was, thankfully the urgency of the request was understood. One person responded, “Mr. Goss was the most influential person, teacher, advice-giver, and friend at a time in my life when I needed someone the most. I am truly heartbroken that he is apparently so ill and I wish I would have known before now.” The information was shared repeatedly, former students rushed to their mailboxes, and by Valentine’s Day the cards began to arrive. Hundreds of them. So many students from so many years wanted to reach out to the man they admired to say “thank you”, and to encourage him as he continued to fight for life. Several DECADES worth of students. Many sent pictures, or whole albums of pictures, and even small gifts. His family later shared that he looked forward to the moment when he could ask his wife to check the daily mail, and that “Although his physical strength had left him, his mental strength was just as strong as ever and he LOVED reading the letters each day.” They said that the look of joy on his face as he opened the stack of mail, hearing stories from countless students that he taught over the years, brought happiness and comfort to all of them.

Mr. Goss did not get to see the spring. He died on March 1, 2010. Cards continued to arrive even after his death. A family member later wrote, “I can’t tell you how many letters he received, but I can tell you that I read letters all morning and was still unable to read through the complete stack.” My heart is warmed when I think of the outpouring of love for this great man, and I realize that what was intended as a simple “thank you” became so much more. It was an encouragement during his battle with illness, and a comfort during his final days. The family shared that the countless pieces of correspondence also provided solace for all of them during a sad and painful time, and “a light” in the midst of darkness. Those same letters now also serve as a tangible, lasting reminder for them of the legacy that Mr. Goss has left behind. His grandchildren can read them and proudly remember the man that they love.

All because a group of students cared enough to respond to their former teacher in his hour of need.

It brings me joy that he was able to hear from so many students before he passed away, and I am overwhelmed by the timing. He died just over two weeks after we spoke, and if I had waited a little bit longer it would have been too late. Actually, it was too late for me in the sense that I never got my own letter in the mail to him. I had intended to send him a sample of my writing along with additional words of encouragement and gratitude, but I didn’t do it in time. I try not to dwell on that regret, and instead reflect on the amount of support that he received just when he needed it most. I reflect on the pleasant memory of our last conversation and the fact that I finally got a chance to tell him, Thank you!”

As Valentine’s Day and the anniversary Mr. Goss’s death approaches I think about that time and I wonder… who else in my life do I need to thank? So many people go through this life not knowing that they made a difference, not knowing that they changed this world for good. It shouldn’t take an illness or crisis to spur us to reach out to someone in gratitude and support. During this month of love let’s care for one another. I encourage you to find a way to give something back to a person who had a positive influence on your life. Even a simple “I appreciate you” or a helping hand in time of need could mean the world to someone. They may need you now more than you realize, and you never know when it might be too late.

This story is shared with the permission of the family of Raymond Goss. The image of him was taken at a wrap party following a school play that he directed.

This year the week of February 14 is #ActsofKindnessWeek. I encourage you to find someone to reach out to with a gesture of compassion or assistance. Let them know that they are important, and show them that they are loved.

A version of this post first appeared at Seriously Not Boring  in 2014.

 

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8 thoughts on “Letters to Mr. Goss: Acts of Kindness Week

  1. TakingItAStepAtATime February 12, 2016 / 3:46 AM

    I am so glad I had just enough internet on this boat to be able to read this! ….. Tears…. Love, love, love!

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  2. Full Spectrum Mama February 12, 2016 / 4:47 AM

    Ugly crying in the faculty lounge. This is such a beautiful post and what you did — there are no words.
    THANK YOU.

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  3. Tonya February 14, 2016 / 5:02 AM

    Mr. Goss the icon of MHS. Truly, never a better
    English teacher! I was blessed to have him as both my Junior and Senior English teacher. His name has crossed my tongue on more than one occasion. I’m saddened to learn of his death yet, I bet he will find adventure on the other side. He has the head start, when I follow I’m confident there will be many lessons he will be ready to share.

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