Dedication of a teacher

Pencils, chalks, board markers are your toys and cigarettes, papers and books are your window to reflect how your acts are. Woods, stones are awaiting you outside there. Those strong things must be solved with your voice, with your acts and with your guidance. How many dirty words have been pouring out to you? for your assertiveness and discipline. You received threats just because the wise acts you have done.

To start recognize a word and a number, your time and energy should be saved more for that noble assignment. In night time, you must evaluate people’s performance. They owned your time, but they never pay you back. The stones and woods gradually are subtler and pervasive. Phrase and numbers become easier. Everyone is happy but forget to thank to the hero. You planted but someone else harvest it. Your seeds progressively, growing up and upper, from ground to sky, from mountain to forest, from river to sea. While you remain with your circumstances but new stones and woods are waiting for you, no matter what you must work hard to solve them out.

Special dedication to my daddy as a teacher and my mom as a co-teacher (* *)

You told me that teaching is your mission, to combat poverty and illiteracy. You have been proved to the world that your mission is possible. Teaching is a light work it is just not an easy job. Teaching is to form a human life, to educate people, to assist people to reach their own life. You have the greatest patient, an amazing job. God creates human being physically and you create human brain. You are not just a hero but you are God. You are the God in the world.

The time passed your dedication is counted. That is not just you; the teachers in the world are un-recognized as a hero of poverty and illiteracy. Your noble assignment has not valued for a noble price. But you are the window of the world. You are a hero, the truly hero.