All my students were busy working in their Centers when I stepped on a lego and my leg twisted and well, my knee of course too. The pain was unbearable and I was surprised by my tears. My Assistant was out of the room. I sat down in the rocking chair and tried to stop crying. I looked around and noticed that all my students had stopped what they were doing. Many of them gathered around me and some just peeked around watching me with awe...kinda like..oh Ms. Mann cries too. The crowd around me were the ones who were most concerned. One little girl was wiping away tears and the others looked at me with the most sophisticated compassionate faces a little 4 year old could put on. Then my sweet little Antonio, who is one of my behavioral challenges of the class whose Father is now in jail, looked at me then looked around at those gathered around and said, "We need to pray for her." Another little girl chimed in, "Yeah, we need to pray." Let me tell you the tears poured even more. I was sitting smack dab in a holy moment. I looked at Antonio and told him I would never forget that moment for the rest of my life.