People who teach are special people.
When I was a student, I had great teachers.
They taught me, sure, but they also challenged me and brought out the best in me even when I didn’t see it in myself.
Every one of them had a hand in who I am, and I am grateful to them all.
This post would be so long it’d be insufferable if I told you a story about each of the teachers who contributed to my education and made sure I’m at least not an ignoramus.
We really should pay our teachers more for a ton of reasons, not the least of which is some of those saints had to teach me mathematics.
People say you’re never too old to learn, and I believe them.
Recently, I’ve learned some things I thought or assumed about myself and my life really don’t define me or limit me as much as I thought, if they do at all.
They were just needless burdens I shouldered myself with and carried for far too long.
I guess I’ve never really stopped being a student, and I’m glad because these new lessons have melted away a lot of the insecurities I had for a lot of years and changed my entire outlook on my life in the future.
It’s true you’re never too old to learn, and I’ve learned you’re never too old to be inspired by a teacher.