Last night I stopped at the local Chinese place for some food. While waiting for my Lo Mein and General Tso's Chicken (which was mediocre by the way) the nice young gal behind the register asked if I still worked at the local high school.
"No" I said, "I have moved on to different job somewhere else".
"Do you remember me" she asked.
"Sure" I said, struggling to recall her name, although she did look familiar.
"Do you remember that time I came running into your office crying?"
"Uhmmmm...I don't exactly remember that situation" I said, my ears turning red from embarrassment.
"Well, I came into your office crying because my sister had just beat me up and you helped me. You got her suspended for 5 days."
"Yeah, you were my hero."
Talk about feeling like an asshat. Here is this young woman holding me up as a hero in her life and I don't even have the common decency to remember her name. It eventually came back to me, albeit too late, and I can sort of understand why she would hold someone who helped her in the way I did in such high esteem - she didn't have much in the way of positive role models in her family - but a hero?
Does this mean I'm not a good counselor?