Once I heard a story of the professionals who died and and should pass a screening before they could enter the gate of heaven. Each were asked what is the good deed they have done. Each of them answered:
Architect: I designed the most prestigious hotels and buildings in the world.
Engineer: I built all the buildings and hotels designed by the architect.
Doctor: I healed men from contagious and fatal diseases.
Teacher: I neither design/built a building nor cure men from fatal disease but I worked on the precious minds of these people.
Before entering the corporate world I was once a teacher and in my heart I will always be. On a class response, I sworn before my colleagues and mentors that I will practice the noblest profession and vowed to mold thy precious minds. I got lost somewhere in the middle when I decided to take a slight detour but in my heart this vocation will always be remembered and above all be loved.
My heart sank in pain when people talk s*** about my beloved profession. I know there' no money in teaching and if you don't know that, the more reason you should be thankful for the dedicated people out there who still devote their time in teaching.
Fulfilling this calling isn't easy at all. You can't wear this, you can't do that, you have to be like this and you have to be perfect. People demand that you should be perfect but they will degrade your profession in return. You will always be a subject of criticisms. They criticize this profession but without it, no profession will ever exist.
Teachers are not perfect, they have their flaws, they are humans and most of all nobody is perfect.
I will give you the rights to criticize and degrade educators if and only you will be doctors, engineers, and architects without passing through a molding hand of a teacher.
