In teaching we cannot see the fruit of a day's work. It is invisible and remains so, maybe for twenty years. A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove . . . . but the world maybe different because I was important in the life of a child.



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