a teacher’s blessing.

Some will miss noticing it altogether, and of those who don’t, some will forget, some will take it for granted, and some will not. I belong to the latter: a blessing rarely escapes my eye. It penetrates my mind, travels around my being, touches my soul and finally reaches my heart, where it lodges itself so deeply that the feeling of having been blessed never truly leaves. So, never have I forgotten, nor taken for granted, the blessing that was and still is you. Ten years may have passed since the days I was a quiet girl listening attentively to you in class, but do not doubt how frequently still I consider myself lucky to have had you come into my life – indeed, it is a thought I think every day. My life would have turned out quite differently had your presence not been a part of it, for who am I now but the person you made me feel capable of being? I am who I am because of you, and I hope you can look at me and be proud – not of me, but of yourself, for having guided me to my future, and now present self. And I hope that if students can be blessed with wonderful teachers, that teachers too can be blessed with the love of the students whose lives they have shaped.