I remember one of my first students drove me to hysterics, tears, trembling knees and crying, “I won’t go there anymore! » Then my dad helped me, he very much asked not to abandon the child, saying that such a wonderful practice I will hardly find anywhere else. I am very happy that I did not leave then, but continued to work with this child - yes, not the easiest, but strikingly smart, clever, ingenious - I learned a lot from him. After that, I started a "band" of difficult children at home school because of social aggression.

It was hard, but I found a common language with most of them.

I remember coming to the new child, my mother instructed that you should not go in and interfere. The boy (10 years old) looked at me, smiled, opened his mouth, and... cried.

As he spoke... the windows trembled, the hair rose, the ears hurt!

He stopped only when another one joined his army. the mine.

In a deep shock, he knocked his eyes and looked at me, “What are you talking about, aunt? »

“What are you worshipping? He smiled proudly, “Because I’m an aggressive child! »

I said, “I’m an aggressive trainer! »

“Are there such? “He had doubts.

“Of course! Do you want more? »

“No, I don’t want to... Why did you bring it with you? The boy pointed to the book on which the twist was drawn, with a scaled fist.

“It is? A collection of terrible stories in English. But... you’re unlikely to ever read them, there’s a lot of unknown words.”

“You think... how do you know? Maybe I’ll translate it now. »

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