Being at the age when you know you have more yesterdays than tomorrows makes you more reflective, or it should. One looks back on a life and has to honestly evaluate the small triumphs and tragedies that make up the pages of a life story. This is, perhaps, especially true, the closer one gets to retirement.
I know of two men who are retiring at the end of this school year. One of them loves his job, one of them hates it. One of them will be missed by everyone, and one of them will not be missed much at all. One is humble, appreciates his chance to work with kids and worries about being missed; the other is not-so-humble, and does not seem to like anything associated with education, especially the children he serves. I have never heard one of them say anything negative, and I have never heard the other say anything positive.
One of these men has lived Thoreau’s ‘well-examined life’. He will be missed, even though he does not think so, and he has touched countless lives, ever so quietly. I hope in the time I have left I will become more like him.