Was with my son at a toy store, looking for Tomica vehicles to add to my, I mean, my son’s extensive collection.
Someone who looked to be in his late twenties approached me.
“Excuse me, Sir, did you happen to teach college back in the 2010s?”
“Oh yes,” I said.
His eyes lit up. “Sir! Long time no see!”
He told me he’s now working in a big company. Stable job, good life. He said I was one of the few teachers who made him believe he could actually make it.
That moment stopped me.
Wow. Guess I did touch someone else’s life, after all.
Sometimes, life gives you moments like that.
Reminders that your effort, though buried in attendance sheets and old lectures, quietly took root somewhere.
The salary may not build wealth, but the stories you build will outlive you.
You don’t always see the fruit of your work right away.
But when it does come back, it often finds you when you least expect it.
Maybe while you’re buying that Tomica for yourself, I mean, your kid.