Being Grateful To My Teachers
Being Grateful To My Teachers1 min 107 1 min 107
Holding my hands and making me take my lingering and shallow steps to be the pillar all through the twenty years is my mom. Guiding me with all the decisions subjectively is my dad. Sorting out on what is right and what is wrong based on lessons of life are my grandparents.
Making me spell the alphabets and count the numbers, waiting patiently were my kindergarten teachers. Showering affection and care in molding my personality teachers had worked relentlessly all through my school days. At times, I might have felt bitter on their rebukes but then time made me realize they were for my own good.
Helping me choose on my career and interests few teachers have encouraged me with all their positivity. They confided in my abilities without any chance of doubts or a possibility that I may fail. This had driven my spirits with optimism.
If I had failed to acknowledge my gratitude at any point in time when I was near you, I take this moment to express my sincere heartful gratitude and apologies for my mistakes.