I can't help but wonder if a trip down memory lane
constitutes its own version of time travel?! Several
of my old students provided me with my own ticket
yesterday. This had to be one of the most amazing
experiences I've ever had. To have them show up
together, see them as adults, responsible citizens,
loving spouses and parents, with a glass of wine in
hand, no less. I found myself being much moved by
these young women who prepared such a bountiful
banquet, right down to the essentials so I wouldn't
have to wash dishes afterwards. Fancy desserts and
a bouquet of lovely flowers topped it all off.
Absolutely best of all, of course, was visiting with
them, listening to their hopes and dreams, observing
their obvious friendship, and love for their families.
I simply feel deeply honored to know them. Harking
back, I thank the gods that I was given the opportunity
to be a teacher. I truly believe there is no greater
privilege than the sharing in the lives and learning
with our young people. What a gift! One of my
students made the remark that the bottom line, the
essence, is whether you love your work or not. I
would have to agree although I don't recall thinking
in those terms exactly. This I know; I loved teaching,
I adored my students . . . what a privilege to serve.
a ticket to ride
a trip down memory lane
hold onto your hats
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