Teacher

I thought I was a good teacher of my craft. I thought I knew how to make others move like me, talk like me, know their tools like me. I am not a good teacher. And their blank stare when I make the most basic requests terrifies me for my future. What if I can't teach my child?

I've realized that sometimes what makes a teacher great is not so much the content of what they teach you (though that is important) but sometimes it's just the time in your life in which you find them that makes all the difference.

These are the ones that take the slight interest of yours that lead you to them, maybe merely a curiosity, and give you exactly what you needed to hear that turns it into your future life's work. Their power of inspiration to you, in the brief time you have together, that brews a passion.

Those are the teachers you never forget.