A number of years ago, I was sitting with some colleagues in a nearly empty restaurant for an early dinner, and in another corner sat a family. I recognized Peter first, then his older brother, Evan, and his younger sister, Jessie. I had taught all three of them some twelve years earlier. The waitress came over to our table and asked which one of us was a teacher.
“All of us,” I replied.
“Which one of you taught the children of that family?” I owned up. “What did you teach them?” the waitress wanted to know.
“Why don’t you ask them?”
She came back a short time later with our order, and I asked what their response had been. “They said you taught them life.” It still makes me smile.