My teacher, my hero
They say, we learn from experience. I say we also do from people. People were born to speak and to listen, to be a company to others, and to teach and to learn. Imagine if you were alone, discovering everything in your own. Wouldn't that be degrees harder than having someone help you explore the secrets of the world? In learning, we are filled with happiness, but none more so, than our great teachers.In learning you will teach, and in teaching you will learn. That may be one of the living legacies of modern day teachers up to now. Such a hard thing to do, but still they cling on and continue to prosper and do what make they think will make big dreams out of small people. It is a big sacrifice. From the time early rays of sunshine flicker on the floor, to when the sky sets out its bright sunset colors, they teach. They stand and talk all day. And at the end of the day they can still keep that smile etched on their tired faces. But the duty doesn't end there. They also lead the students and setting out good examples to the whole school body. Outside the classroom, they can also be our friends. We can tell and share our thoughts and problems to them. And they surely won't fail anyone.
In whichever way we can, we have to thank them. Respect and love would do as our thank you gift. I owe them a lot and that debt will never leave my mind, for I am here right now, if not for their help, especially for my mother who is one of them.
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