This resonated right through me. Wonderful post on how much we give as teachers.
“Someday, in the mist of time,
When they ask me if I knew you,
I’d smile and say you were a friend of mine.
And the sadness will be lifted from my eyes.
Oh, when I’m old and wise.”
–“Old and Wise,” The Alan Parsons Project
If you want to feel life at its fullest, attend a high school graduation. Look into graduates’ beaming faces and you’ll see it—their eyes glow like stars. Youth at its pinnacle. Adulthood on its first day. Freedom personified.
For a few hours, the adults called to witness this passage feel what it’s like to be young again. We remember. But we are only visitors now. We passed this way once, but we can’t stay long. We feel time’s march and our place in it. No matter how much we influenced these golden children, we have moved into the past now. Just a few paragraphs…
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