If you can't be a good example of what to be, then be a good example of what not to be.

I was bumming around on Facebook, doing everything and nothing, when a chat bubble popped up on my screen.

"Hi sis, how are you?"

"Who is this chick?" I muttered as I skimmed through the message. Name sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place it.

Then it hit me.

She was a little girl from church. I used to teach her class when I had a six month stint as an assistant teacher for catechism classes. She would be turning 13 later this year and among all of my former students, she had kept the most contact with me. At random times in church, I'd feel a small hand slip into mine and I'd see her wide smile. Sometimes, I would see her waving at me across church or she'd race up to me to throw her arms around me.

It's a surprising wonderful feeling.