Leaving....and Living

I was Principal for six years. The task was larger than the life I could imagine: students' concerns...teachers' woes...the parents, the Administration. I lived and worked from day to day...and praying in between. Practically, I have given all that I could as a worker doing the task required to be done. I have spent my talents, my skills...all the know hows that I had... I have shared great portion of heart...my youth! But life's rewards are not yet on my door I knew. Complaining was not my clue.

One morning I saw streaks of gray hair falling on my face...and the smile had grown weak but stern. Where was I?

I wrote a letter of leave from school. Unmindful of the things and people I'll miss, and the job I love so much I decided to leave...to live again.

This blog begins as I reshape my life and take a quick turn to the "road less traveled".

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