Taylor Stockdale Letter: Building Bridges

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Building Bridges I D O N ’ T K N O W A B O U T YO U, but when I graduated from college I felt lost. I put up a strong front. I had a degree in history and political science—which, suffice to say, didn’t lead to corporate recruiters kicking down my dorm door and hiring me on the spot. And while I had a plan that at least set me on a course for getting started with my professional life, I knew deep inside that I really had no idea what I wanted to be or ultimately do. I had a job offer from Bank of America in San Francisco, so I took it. It was something.

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Ultimately, it was not a career counselor or an “aha” moment I had while writing my thesis that set me on my path, but rather a bus ride that changed everything. After graduation, in the late fall of 1985, I joined my parents for a sporting event. We took a bus to the stadium. My mom was many things in her life and had reason to be enormously proud of her accomplishments. From appearing on the national stage to balancing a more than full-time career while raising four boys in the 60’s and 70’s—managing her life was no easy feat. But, of all the things she was, the thing she was most proud of was her role as a teacher. She taught middle school English and study skills mostly, and also tutored students with dyslexia. In the late 1960s, she taught middle school English in San Ysidro near the Tijuana border, and in fact, many of her students lived in Tijuana and would get up at 3 a.m. each morning just to make it to school to attend her class. As we rode the bus that day to the game, a middle-aged man came aboard during one of our stops. As he walked down the isle, he stopped and looked at us and said, “Are you Mrs. Stockdale?” She said yes and he then introduced himself. He was one of my mother’s students from Southwestern Jr. High School. In fact, he was one of her students who had lived in Mexico and at that time spoke very little English. My mom recognized him immediately. They hugged and she asked what he was doing now. With great pride he said he was a professor of English literature at a local university.


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