In my elementary school years I was a girl with special needs due to some traumas generated in my beginnings in school. I felt dread of staying in the classroom without my parents and usually my mother had to stay for me to be calm. When I got to the 5th grade I was changed from school for the third time and for my great luck the first day of classes I could see that sitting behind that gray desk there was an angel and she would be my teacher. He treated me with sweetness, making me see that there was nothing to fear, seeing that I was still terrified he put my seat next to his desk and with a lot of patience and love little by little he managed to adapt me to the school environment and my new classmates. The name of that angel is Noris and she was my teacher for two years. I have not seen her for many years but I still remember her with tenderness and gratitude.