My name is Marc and my journey into this world wasn't an easy one. I had a mom and dad like everyone else but I was different. Sure, I had a sister that some people have.
But my story is different.
When I was born I learned that I had a super power. A power that made me do things others couldn't.
I had the power to...teach!
It came at a young age when I noticed teaching wasn't just something adults could do. I could teach people my age, people younger and I could even enlighten adults to learn things they never thought they did before.
On their way to the restaurant...
When I was 8 years old, I taught my bird Tamara Emerald, to say 'hello'. It took days and days and days to do. Each day after I would come home from school I would hand her bird feed from my hand and say 'hello'. It was met with lots of complaining and squawking.
At one point her chirping was piercing. But then it finally happened. She responded by saying 'hello'. Sure, it was at bed time and we were all going to sleep but she still said it.
The next morning we would greet her and say 'hello' and she would respond with 'hello'.
It was a great day.
That was until our mom came home from the doors and found out she was allergic to bird feathers and we had to give Tamara away.
All that teaching all for nothing.
I wish I could say my teaching was always affective but it wasn't. I wish my teaching would have kept my dad from staying with us. I with my teaching would have kept my grandfather alive. I wish my teaching was always enough.
But it wasn't enough. That's okay though because what I couldn't teach, I committed myself to learn. So I would go to school, college, university and achieve my goals of being something greater. I would be something more!
LIFE MOVES PRETTY FAST. IF YOU DON'T STOP AND LOOK AROUND ONCE IN A WHILE, YOU COULD MISS IT
Ferris had it right.
As I write this, I sit here looking back at things that came my way and where my life has gone. I now have carried on my love of teaching but now its as the adult instead of the child. But that doesn't mean I always have it right.
There is something about being wrong at times and being okay with that. There is no prize that tells me that being right means I have all the answers because I don't. There are far too many experiences that I've had that have shown me that I haven't.
If I have to choose between being right and being kind. I'll choose kind every time.