Recently, my thirteen year old brother asked me about a poem he is reading for his 8th grade class, The Road Not Yet Traveled by Robert Frost.
While the poem is ideal, the reality is not as clear as “two roads diverged in yellow wood.”
On my morning commute today, a walk through San Francisco that is full of reminders of homeless and “giving up”, I reflected on my past experiences and what I have enjoyed, such as a leading a group of seniors searching for the next road on their career paths and my love for simply speaking with authority on a subject, because I learn best by talking through things.
I came across this thought as I walked:
To be a teacher is to be a lifelong learner.
In my life, I’ve been very lucky to have teachers and mentors with whom I still keep in touch with. And because my role models have always been teachers, I’ve decided that a good reason for being is to set an example for others, like my brother, friends, family and other people I come across.
A “teacher” is not necessarily someone who works in a classroom, and with that thought, I’ve set my mind to this goal for the week to do the best I can, as to serve others who I can teach and learn from.
