They
don’t always say the wisest things or have the most appropriate manner.
They
make mistakes and they sometimes deny them or blame others.
They
can be petty and they can be materialistic.
You
can predict what they will be doing 5 years from now and what they will say
before they say it (most of the time)
They
can lay on the guilt (big time) and they can really put you in your place (or
someone else’s if you cant find your own)
But
they are human. With human
feelings and human experiences and human actions and reactions and fears.
And
yet, they are beyond human: (I
wanted to write subhuman but wasn’t sure if that meant less than human so
didn’t want to take that risk)
They
have suffered and survived.
They
have given until there is nothing left to be given and did so without thanks.
They
have denied for themselves to provide a foundation for others.
They
have woken up every day regardless of whether or not they wanted to because
they knew they had to and collide head on with their reality.
They
have dealt with other people’s insecurities, inabilities, inexperience, lack of
self worth, emotional mental and physical problems and they did so without
mentioning their own needs.
They
have put their own passions and self-worth aside to do “the right thing”
They
have done the same job over and over and over again year after year after year
and they still have hair! (well, one of them)
Do
I want to be like them? No, that
is not the point of a hero. I am
not a hero nor do I want to be. I
want to be content and follow my passions and take care of myself. I want to do what’s good for me and get
out of situations that cause me personal suffering. I want life to be peaceful without too many roller coasters
(why am I in Peru then? Good question).
A
hero is aware of the challenges that lie ahead and dives in face first putting
their own needs aside. (I never
said a hero was the smartest person alive!) But a hero is a hero nonetheless.
And
anyone who has been teaching for over 30 years is a hero to me. Anyone who has continued to teach
regardless of how they are being treated, their pay, etc. is even more of a
hero to me. (the most important
thing I found out about teaching is that you NEED a social support system to
knock the school system, the administration and the children when you are
finished with a long day of snot nosed kids and grown ups making unreasonable
demands of you and never rewarding with words.. or you may just go out of your
fucking mind). Anyone who can
teach for many hours and then go home to more children. (I know, im not narrowing this down,
this is a lot of fucking people).
Anyone who goes home to the children by the name of Jason and Jessica who
can be total pricks at times as well as spoiled, unruly, stubborn and
moody. Anyone who then supports
them in all their idiocy and deals with the decisions they make that also affect
them.
Anyone
who is crazy enough to continue with this pattern day in and day out.
Anyone
whom I call my parents.
Now
don’t get teary eyed… I told you I don’t think being a hero is very wise,
especially in this day in age.
But, if I had to choose 2, it would be you.
TEACHERS
EVERYWHERE ARE INSANE!!!
