The new semester begins, and I enter the room to greet a fresh group of students. The magnificent people sitting there fill me with wonder each and every time. What a privilege to meet them! What a sacred vocation to teach!
It never gets old. They take out pen and paper and write. It starts again--this beautiful journey--where I ask them to walk, and I find them dancing.
I sit behind the desk, and I gather their stories into my heart. At this time in history, on this very day, I enter their story, and they enter mine.
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What a blessing to say a task "never gets old." Do you feel that way about your work? Why or why not?
