While bored, i thought of my teachers and I started scribbling and realized a lot.
Keeping a teaching heart is as fluid as telling the story of Cinderella and the Seven Dwarfs but having a heart for teaching means everything. And I say, every little thing from Andersen’s time-and-dust-laden stories to his first love encounter.
Before I start with every little thing, let me share to you an infamous anecdote. One day, a poor man was praying really hard beside a statue of a celebrated saint. He said, ‘please, please Saint of Wealth, I beg you. Make me win the lottery. I want to win the lottery this month. I need money.’ The statue suddenly glistened in gold and started moving towards the poor man. ‘Dear Son,’ the statue whispered, ‘please, please… BUY a lottery ticket first.’
The first time I heard the story, I was like, okay. But now, I get the humor behind.
Now, people are trying, if not forcing, themselves to serve themselves with pleasure and wisdom. Most often than rarely, it causes them disorientation on the service they really have been aspiring. What they forget is the service they should be thankful for. And that service is the service from our teachers, mostly disregarded and sometimes taken for granted.
When was the last time you told your teacher ‘thank you’? When was the last time you thanked him for teaching you the S-V-O pattern? When was the last time you remembered him upon having little achievements? Or was there ever that ‘last’ time? Know it for yourself and you’ll see what I mean.
As said, it’s different to have a teaching heart and having a heart for teaching. If you see what was wrong with what I’ve said, thank your teacher. And, if you know that Cinderella and the Seven Dwarfs aren’t together and that the latter belongs to the story of Snow White, then, you really have to thank your teacher.