Greeting to you all,
How does one adequately express what is in their heart? To be caught off guard there is so much to say but difficult to express at those moments when hit with a surprise.
I have and always will be thankful that God sent me to Egypt. One never knows what lies ahead but over the years it has been nothing but true thankfulness for the path. I would never have thought of being a part of the Schutz School staff but the call came and I went. What blessings that has showered giving me the opportunity to know so many wonderful staff, students, parents, and friends who have been a part of Schutz School.
Perhaps I learned the importance of staying in touch and connected because that is what we did as a Stultz family by maintaining annual reunions. How else do you know of events both good and not so well that come along in life? You can rejoice together and extend help and support when there is a need.
I have always felt that support throughout the years following my time at Schutz. Help in preparing and sending out and sharing news was important. It was evident because of the responses that continued to be fed back indicating appreciation for the newsletter. There were many surprises when a lost friend was found because someone discovered information that appeared in the newsletter. What joy and appreciation there was when that reconnection occurred. Attendance at reunions continued and that would not have happened if it was not wanted and needed.
Thank you each and every one who would not say no when asked, stepped up and helped to keep it strong and ongoing. I assure you the wonderful scrapbook prepared by Mary Beth Neely filled with pictures; letters and notes will be cherished and enjoyed over and over again. You can all picture me one day soon in a rocking chair smiling, laughing, and shedding a tear as I review those memories.
Thank you one and all. Bless you all. I pray that God will continue to direct the path that HE has planned for the service that Schutz School provides.
All my love always to each and every one,
Jean Stultz