Why do I teach? That is best answered by the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

So that is how I came to be a teacher, but what has kept me here is I truly believe that a good education is the foundation of freedom and independence. I am trying to teach my students how to fish...Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime. [Chinese proverb].

Since I started this particular journey, I haven't had much time to consider any of the other roads.