About four years ago, I was asked to do a long-term substitute teaching job for about two months. The class was an adult transition program, a type of special education class for 18 to 22-year-old students who have finished high school. In these classes, the students spend some time in the classroom, but also go out into the community to local businesses where they do things like wipe down tables and fill salt and pepper shakers. They help out at the job sites and try to build skills for after they age out of school. What I didn’t expect was that this would become my favorite sub job ever.
Being a moderate to severe special ed class, there was a range of issues that the students had. Two were in wheelchairs. One girl would do a sort of call and response routine where she would call out, “Twinkle, twinkle, Mr. Connally.” Then I would have to say, “Sing Twinkle, twinkle,” or she would just keep asking. Then she would sing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” Then you would have to say, “Good job,” or she would sing it again until you did.
There was another girl who would eat any food she could get her hands on, so you could not leave anything sitting around. One boy had an aide who would walk around the school with him all day. Another girl would run away, or have violent outbursts, but was perfectly fine as long as she had pictures to color.
Then there was Pedro. He was my favorite. Pedro was a little guy, probably not even five feet tall. He did not really talk, but he did use sounds and gestures to communicate. Each morning, I would take my seat at the front desk and set up while I waited for the students and the aides to arrive. As soon as Pedro came in, he would come up to my desk, tap on my shoulder, and point to his desk. I would go over and do puzzles with him. It was our routine. He would always grab the same two Spider-Man puzzles, and I probably did those same two puzzles two hundred times in my two months there. Pedro made my day for one simple reason: he was easy to make happy. He took joy in every little victory. That joy was contagious. For example, when we did those puzzles, every time he got a piece to fit in, he would look at me and say, “Woohoo!” Then I would do it. It was fun.
After that, we would do our morning meeting, and we would go over things like what day it was, what season it was, and how the weather was. We would call on kids to go up and pick answers on the screen about those things. Whenever we called on Pedro, he would jump out of his chair and run up to the front, pumping his hands in the air and exclaiming, “Woohoo!” like he had just been told to “Come on down!” on The Price is Right. When we went to the work sites, Pedro would take such pride in his jobs. At one restaurant, he got picked to pour ice from the ice machine into the ice well at the bar. I started calling him “Ice Man,” and his face lit up like he was the most important guy in the world.
That was what I loved about Pedro. He would get so excited about the smallest things. This is a trait that everyone should strive for. It is counter to how many people think. So many of us are never content. Most people get desensitized to small joys that used to seem so significant. Think about how thrilling it was to hear the ice cream truck, or to get a sticker at the doctor’s office.
Someone once told me that they had been around baseball for so long that they do not get excited anymore. I remember thinking, “How sad is that? I never want to lose that joy.” I want to be like Pedro. I want that childlike exuberance forever. When someone says that I often act like a big kid, I do not see it as an insult. I wear it as a badge of honor. We should all take joy in the little blessings in life.
I just found my favorite pair of sunglasses that I had misplaced. It made my day! That is a good thing. I still get delighted when I find a nickel on the ground. If you do not have that sense of wonder in life, I encourage you to work on it. If you are unhappy, this one thing will help you a lot. If you are lonely, more people will like you and want to be your friend if you are easily contented. Not only that, but your attitude will be infectious. Other people will be happier. It was hard to be in a bad mood around Pedro.
After that class got a new teacher, I would often sub for other classes at the same school. Whenever Pedro would see me, his eyes would brighten up, he would point and get excited like those videos of soldiers surprising their family by returning from deployment. Pedro may have been in special ed classes, but most of us can learn a lot from him.
Try it. Be like Pedro!

