of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher
is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every
school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video
tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity
(and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).
I used to want to save the world. To end war and bring peace to mankind. But then, I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learned that inside every one of them, there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves - something no hero will ever defeat. I’ve touched the darkness that lives in between the light. Seen the worst of this world, and the best. Seen the terrible things men do to each other in the name of hatred, and the lengths they’ll go to for love. Now I know. Only love can save this world. So I stay. I fight, and I give… for the world I know can be. This is my mission, now. Forever.