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Growing up he wanted to the smartest kid in class…he wanted his mental capacity to rule…he wanted people to whisper as he walked by…there goes the smartest kid in school.

And, although he was a good learner, so much of what he learned he soon forgot…so as far as being the smartest…he definitely was not.

He was going to be a football star…he dreamed of the sports world knowing his name…he dreamed of lifting the trophy over his head…he dreamed of fortune and he dreamed of fame..

But one has to have certain skills to play football…skills this young boy lacked…so he never made it on a football team…let alone its quarterback.

He wanted to be an astronaut…when he put on his uniform he wanted women to swoon…he wanted the world to proudly watch…as he stood upon the moon.

But he would get all nervous when confined in a small place…and he got sick in the back of a car…who knows what would happen in outer space.

He wanted to be a doctor…a surgeon…a surgeon better than all the rest…the surgeon people called when the surgeon they needed was the best.

But all that studying…all those years of schooling…he knew, for him, would not be easy…and even the slightest drop of blood always made him queasy.

So he found his way to teaching…to help others who forget…who might have trouble with a quiz…who perhaps aren’t as athletic…who had problems similar to his.

And though he never thought himself the best teacher…he was as happy as can be
Teaching his students:
You don’t have to be the best…just be the best that you can be.

A lesson to this day as a teacher…he continues to spread….
Happily living a life he didn’t choose…
a life that chose him instead.

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