The Reason We Remember Some Teachers
I read an essay recently by a man who was greatly influenced by his music teacher. The teacher taught him to play his violin with his heart, not his hands, and that made all the difference.
Read it this weekend, if you get a chance.
And, I'd be honored if you read an essay I wrote that has a similar theme. It's about how my high school tennis coach taught me to play with my instincts, rather than my talent, or maybe I should say he taught me to how overcome my lack of natural talent.
I've always been overweight, so the tennis court probably shouldn't have been a natural fit for me. But you can overcome a lot with the proper training. In fact, I received a life lesson from Coach Gradoville: All of life is about proper positioning. If you talk to the right people, and contemplate what they say, then take action, you’ll find you are exactly where you need to be when the right moment comes along.
We remember some teachers because they teach us how to live, rather than teaching us what to remember.
Coach Gradoville died before I ever really had a chance to thank him. But I took some time off work to thank him at his funeral. It didn't feel like it was enough, but it was something.
If you haven't thanked a teacher (coach, pastor, mentor) who changed your life, do it before it's too late.
Now, let's get to this week's thoughts about slowing down and living deeper:
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