A life well lived affects so many, but few of us ever get the opportunity to see the extent of our impact on the world around us. That’s one of the blessings of the teaching profession: Former students return for visits and share the ways in which we’ve helped them. I rarely get a chance to see one of my favorite teachers these days, so I’m hoping these words find their way to his doorstep and serve as that long-delayed visit.
There’s a saying that regret for things we’ve done in the past can lessen over time, but regret for things we never did can haunt us forever. One regret I’ve harbored for too long was my inability to formally express my gratitude for a teacher who did more for me than he’ll ever know. Luckily, almost 20 years into my own teaching career, I’ve learned it’s never too late address those regrets.