The first time he tries to rock infant Hamish to sleep, John starts to hum a soothing, otherworldly melody. It just comes out of nowhere; it springs from John’s chest and throat almost unbidden, like a phantasm appearing and shimmering before them.
He didn’t know this song was still inside him.
Where had it been?
If you were to ask John the words, he’d be able to repeat most of them, but he only knows them phonetically. They aren’t in English, after all. They’re Irish Gaelic.
They’re the words John’s grandmother sang to him when he was a very small child.
Softly, he strokes his son’s back, leans his head against the wispy black curls resting against his shoulder - the scarred shoulder, now rendered painless and unimportant in this tender, loving moment.
They are chest-to-chest, and John’s humming voice resonates through Hamish’s tiny body. But the voice John hears is not his own. The voice he hears is ethereal and beautiful, soft and feminine. It fills his mind and heart.
Hamish sighs and snuggles against him.
“Sleep, now, mo chroí….Sleep, my heart,” he whispers.
What NOT to do to your very nice, genuinely caring teachers...
"One of the new ways that students are harassing teachers has become known as "cyberbaiting." Students irritate a teacher to the point that the teacher breaks down; that reaction then is captured in photos or video to post online. A Norton Online Family Report published last year found that 21 percent of teachers had experienced or knew another teacher who had experienced "cyberbaiting."
"Then there are cases of students who have created websites and blogs against teachers and administrators."
“You know when you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them, you think “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them, and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful.”—Amelia Pond (Doctor Who)