"One of the most difficult things about teaching is the lack of closure in so many areas. We plant; we water; we plant, and we water day after day, week after week. And, sometimes the new growth doesn't pop out of the soil no matter how we counsel the student. Some things take more time than others; some students mature slower; and other students harden their hearts and refuse to grow."

When I read this for devotion, I agreed wholeheartedly. I remember when there were little kids I had to talk to and work with personally because they needed the attention. I'm the type of person who typically lacks patience; when I really want something, I'll go out of my way to get it. However, when I see a troubled youngster, I go out of my way to help them. Because even though I may never see the fruits of my labor, as a teacher, even a summer camp teacher, I'm still a stepping stone.

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When I was younger, I acted out; all I wanted was someone to pay attention to me. Though, I never disrupted a class, I desired a teacher to realize how much potential I had; I needed someone to believe in me. Even now, I still feel like I'm searching for that teacher to realize that I'm someone worthy of being taught.

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When I read the quote above, it also crossed my mind that this could also apply to loving someone. If I ever love someone more than they love me, albeit one-sided, if I just keep loving them, perhaps they'll grow. And even if they don't grow for me, even if the time isn't right and I may end up with a broken heart, wouldn't it be better to soften their hearts for the next person who might be the right one for them? Couldn't I be a stepping stone in this case too, insignificant but necessary?

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My feelings are simple. My actions not so much.