“Teaching is not a lost art, but the regard for it is a lost tradition.”-Jacques Barzun
Yesterday, my 90 year old Mom was visited by a young man whom she first met about 39 years ago when he was a newly arrived 8 year old student from Hong Kong. Mom became his first teacher in the U.S. Mom knew that David was very special. He doesn’t remember this, but he would always say to mom, “Research, research,” and she would keep giving him more work to do. Today, that nearly 48 year old man is a researcher in mitochondria in California. He has a wife, 2 children and his dearly loved mom lives very close by. David’s dad died a few years ago; he was surprised that Mom remembered his parents owned a restaurant in Baltimore. We had a lovely visit, went out to lunch then I went home and left Mom and David to chat a little longer until his taxi picked him up to take him back to the airport. David was in NY to present some of his research to a leading cancer research center in the city. He last visited with us about 3 years ago.
As a teacher, you never know how you will impact the lives of your students or just one student.