There is no greater hope a teacher can cling on to when she sees
her students trying, and still trying even when they fail. It makes her hand
stronger for them to grab hold every time they slip. Her tiny hands push their
feet to give them a boost toward the path of higher goals. Till they no more
see obstacles as crosses but LIFE itself.
There is no greater flattery a teacher can get when students
imitate him/her. They learn to start scribbles to write the way their teacher
writes. They start with gibberish and awkward accents to speak the way their
teacher speaks. They start with giggles to beat their teacher’s gait, posture,
smile, stare, laughter and even humor.
There is no greater achievement a teacher can get when her
students continue what they’ve started to better themselves: from scribbles to
wondrous calligraphy or marvelous work of literature, from gibberish and
awkward accent to a magnificent twang and eloquence, from giggles to
confidence.
There is no greater hope when
students START because when they do they will discover the person they are. Through
which they started they will eventually get to the finish line sooner or later.
And when they get there they’ll look back and smile to their good old teacher.
That’s more than enough. That is LOVE.
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