"I want to leave my mark, but I
want to make it with my heart."
~A Shea
Casting my mind back to 40 years
teaching, 17 in Mexico and 23 in
US, I wonder if I left my mark.
It's rare to hear from an old student,
or to find oneself honored by the
school district in which one served.
Maybe it comes down to simply
honoring oneself, cherishing one's
own memories and being grateful
for having been there, done that.
I have always felt I was chosen
to teach. I fully intended to follow
nursing. Thank God, we were given
tests for Cognitive Abilities or I'd
have followed the wrong path.
Bottom line, I have loved teaching,
adored my students and ever so
thankful I was given the opportunity
to follow my path.
Fond memories . . .
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