"I'm going to murder you!" the enraged student roared as he grabbed and shook my desk. His eyes were red with hatred, and his body shook with barely restrained violence. I could get no help... Herein is merely a sample of the terror I faced almost daily the fateful year I taught in a large inner-city high school. My classroom was in a dark isolated basement hallway. The discipline office was nearly a block away from my room, and there was no "signalling for help" device whatsoever: no button, no light, no phone. There was no way to contact another teacher, and no security person ever patrolled that lonely hallway. Additionally, my hall ended with a simple glass door that opened onto a secluded alley. The door was never locked; anyone could wander in at any time (and did). I was in a dangerous situation, to say the least. So I saw much violence that year and experienced almost constant fear; yet as time went on, I began to sense and see here and there a miracle. I saw it sprout in...

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