In 1972, I returned to Miami Beach High School to give a speech to a dance class. {#blank#}1{#/blank#} the speech I asked the dance teacher if any of my English teachers was still there. He told me that Irene Roberts was in the class just down the hall.

    I was no one special in Miss Roberts' class-just another sport fan who didn't do very well in English. Yet I can't forget her respect for ideas and for her students. I realize now, many years later, {#blank#}2{#/blank#} she is one of the best {#blank#}3{#/blank#} (teacher) I have ever had. I told the dance teacher that I'd like to say something to her, but I was afraid {#blank#}4{#/blank#} (trouble) her right now. The dance teacher told me that Miss Roberts would be {#blank#}5{#/blank#} (please) to see me.

    The dance teacher brought Miss Roberts into the hallway where stood this 32 year -old man she last saw at {#blank#}6{#/blank#} age of 18."I am Mark Med off," I told her." You were my 12th grade English teacher in 1958. "She looked at me{#blank#}7{#/blank#} (careful) for some time {#blank#}8{#/blank#} didn't seem to remember who I was. At that moment I got so many things to say to her, but what I {#blank#}9{#/blank#} (final) said was:" Miss Roberts, I want you to know you were so important to me." {#blank#}10{#/blank#} (hear) this, Miss Roberts began to weep and held me in her arms.