On teaching:

[possumcowboy]

Those of us who become teachers: we do not choose, but are chosen. When we are young, The Great Spirit of the Universe whispers into our ear, or our heart, or our Selfness, and says to us, "You, have I Chosen to Teach My Children." Our families warn us that the hours will be long, the pay minimal, and the tasks thankless. We hear none of it, for

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[air_bizkit]

My calling was to be a maker...

A maker of things.

and

A maker of music.

I've always been happiest creating things with my hands. Whether its at work, or creating music with my fingers.

*shrug*

I always feel sorry for those who have no idea what they're meant to be doing. They must be lost in their lives...