As a child, they clearly explained to me, hammering into my forehead with an index finger for better fixation: "Yes, what, can you teach at all?" I didn’t believe it, but I wrote this phrase down on a sheet in large print and hung it on my forehead, so as not to forget it for sure. And, what is convenient - you walk past the mirror and remember if suddenly amnesia has come.
But, believe me, I did not forget, although there were doubts! Fortunately, the memory was good.
I honestly tried to send those who asked for help. But with the passion of a maniac they continued to turn to me. Stubborn, damn it!
I honestly devalued what I did for others, each time proving to myself that this was not my merit. Mirror to help me!
But, you will drink up the talent!
Nifiga did not succeed in extinguishing the volcano of desire to share and give into the world that which is innate or acquired within me! And I really have something to share. My life turned out to be varied, experience too. This is how I tried to prove to the very adults from childhood that they were wrong.
Happened?
Do not know.
It doesn't matter to me anymore. I just live ...
And there is no one to ask too much.
But many times I have heard words of gratitude addressed to me from different people. Especially from children. Which is very valuable, important and indicative for me.
I'm sure there are those who curse me and our meeting. But no one said that I only bring good to the world. With different people - in different ways ...
What do you think about the profession of "teacher"? do you have a teacher to whom you are grateful?