His method opens untold doors into the soul of the French language, the French
people, that intimidating and inimitable Frenchness which makes all other
“nesses” feel ever so slightly insufficient.


She was one of my first professors to encourage risk-taking and to work alongside
her students to support them “out on a limb.” She encouraged students to
recognize that the wealth of the process was as important as the outcome. T he
best gift I received from her was the gift of respect that comes from honouring
the spirit that dwells within each person.


I was a neophyte in the university world, laden with the baggage of a life already
half-lived, and unsure of my intellectual ability to make it in this milieu and my
preconceptions of the insanity of returning to school at my age threatened to
overwhelm me. My professor patiently and methodically obliterated those fears
as she guided me into a deeper knowledge that we are all the same, that we all
have gifts to offer and that challenge is the lifeblood of success. I rediscovered
that my only limitations consisted of what I believed about myself.


One of the best parts of having her as a teacher is that her door never closes.
Even though I completed my undergraduate program ten years ago, I regularly
seek out advice and guidance from her and continue to learn from her wealth of
expertise and knowledge.


To this day, I continue to call him to discuss my marketing plans, my balance
sheet, my employee issues or quite simply my strategy for getting where I think
I want to go. And when I’m not carefully looking around me three hundred and
sixty degrees, he’s very quick to say what he’s been saying for almost
twenty-one years, “Hey, Michael, open your eyes!”