A conversation with a fairly young teacher restored my faith in some of those still in the education field. This woman, a mother of two young children spoke to me from her heart about how she connected to her students as she corrected their long, often illiterate essays. The marking, though long and laborious was part of the job she said, not with anger or resentment but with pride. Her eyes told how much she cared about helping these children and how much she wanted them to improve and succeed.
Here was clearly a woman teaching out of love for the students in her care.