My hero is my father. My teacher. He always says that teaching is an act of hope for a better future. The rewards of teaching are neither ostentatious nor obvious-they are often subtle, internal, invisible, and of the moment. But the effects last for a life time. My everyday life is filled with the elements of love, passion and zeal that is implanted in my childhood mind. More I grow older, more I begin to realize that teaching is more than transmitting skills; it is a living act, and involves preference and value, obligation and choice, trust and care, commitment and justification. You live and dream that somewhere, someday that act will be reflected to make a difference.
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