I was reminded about this on our training right now. The ‘why’ of our lives. Why do we exist? Why do we do the things we do? Why..? Why..?
So we were asked, why do we teach?
The last school day before my birthday, an old, cherished student came to school to visit and mainly to greet me. She had been gone from my tutelage for 2 years now, and yet treated me to a smile and a hug and some chika. A smile, a hug, some time to talk. Sooo precious however short it was. And priceless. That’s it. No amount of money could ever equate that.