Knowledge unused is still power stored.

Who was your most influential teacher? Why?

What you learn today may save you tomorrow.

Life teaches us things both directly and indirectly, and it is our responsibility to apply the knowledge we have learned at the time to the situation or individual.

A teacher, also known as an educator, is a professional who works in educational settings to create and carry out instructional strategies in order to assist students in gaining knowledge, competence, or virtue. They are essential for promoting learning and intellectual development. Early childhood, elementary, and secondary education are just a few of the levels at which teachers can work. However, learning is an ongoing process that is not exclusive to humans and continues until the end of life.

It was fascinating to grow up; I wanted something special as a kid. I was bold, inquisitive, and willing to learn, but even though I prioritized learning, life has hidden agendas.

However, a teacher in my early secondary school years stood out not because of his subject (introtech), which is primarily drawing and cannot be compared to other subjects like English, and literature,which I preferred and paid more attention in my early secondary years.

which contributed towards my ability to write this piece for you today.

We all learn and understand differently but some teachings can only be understood uniformly. Every teacher has a different method of imparting knowledge, and it is our responsibility to interpret meaning in order to comprehend it.

The most fascinating aspect of education is that, when properly assimilated, it greatly influences our future, knowledge, and way of thinking. Furthermore, it is not limited by time; depending on the situation surrounding its application, it may be used and requested decades after it was acquired or right away.

My introtech teacher, an elderly man in his late 60s who frequently deviates from his subjects to offer advice in parables, speaks calmly and directly to his students. He always guided his students, to understand that the future is partially, if not entirely, funded mentally by current behaviors, and that long-term goals are preferable to short-term rewards.

However, not every student in my class liked him, as many made caricatures of his advice, but as someone who was raised in a home with similar words and a strong curiosity, I also believe in his teaching and ideas.

One day, he demanded quiet in his class because some students were making too much noise. He said. * Listen to what I say; I am older and more experienced. My advice is intended for your own good. You may not get this kind of advice from your parents or anyone else in your life, which is why you should listen when I speak; no knowledge is a waste. *It is preferable to have knowledge of something and not need it than to need a knowledge and not have it. What you learn today may save you tomorrow.*

Decades after his death, I can still hear what he said. My introtech teacher’s remarks contributed to my understanding of the importance of education, even though my parents had a bigger and more profound influence on my knowledge and intelligence.

My grandmother’s mark!

What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

“No two stories are the same, and neither are their expressions.”

I’m thinking about getting my third tattoo, but I’m not sure what, where, or when.

The history of tattoos can be traced back to ancient times. As a young child, I was unable to understand the significance of my grandmother’s mark on her right arm, but I could still recall it. Although they had different names for it than “name tattoos,” I was unaware that it was even called a tattoo at the time.

Just as each of us is distinct due to our varied personalities, experiences, and backgrounds, so too are our modes of expression.

A tattoo is a permanent, irreversible design, mark, or text that is applied to the skin by injecting pigment and is used for cultural marking, self-expression, or remembrance. stamping, branding, and body art. They frequently represent personal beliefs, such as an anchor for stability, a bird for freedom, or a phoenix for rebirth; however, because they are susceptible to removal, they are no longer permanent.

Recalling my first tattoo, which I may not reveal for security reasons, was the result of experience, tenacity, faith, and success—though not without luck and God, which I recently acknowledge. While some people would rather have their tattoos visible in an open area, I prefer distinctive, neutral locations that are neither open nor hidden. A written statement that strengthened my struggle for survival and calmed my heart. Despite the fact that it was poorly styled, I adored it. I’ve been asked a few times what your tattoo means, and the most lovely thing about it is that I came up with the words, so it was a prototype. You are in control of your world if you conquer your fears.

My second tattoo came many years after my first; unlike the first, it was a Pinterest arrow depicting success born of adversity. I discovered it online and adore it because of its unique design and simplicity. However, like the first, it was placed on a part of my body that is neither hidden nor visible. My young daughters have frequently inquired as to what it means and why I had them, but due to their age, I read it aloud and explained the drawing for peaceful protest, knowing that until they reach adulthood, they will struggle to understand its meaning and purpose, just as I was unable to understand the markings on my grandmother’s arms. However prior to my adulthood I felt uncomfortable being around people with obvious markings (tattoos) for no apparent reasons until I learned to not judge people whose stories I knew nothing about.

As a result, considering my third tattoo, what and where is futuristic and certain but not imminent? I haven’t decided what to have or where to put it, but it will undoubtedly be measured and characterized by a purpose not dissimilar to the previous ones, but this will be of great significance and importance because of the magnitude of greatness and success that I have witnessed beyond difficulties .

You are a different animal, nothing less.

Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?

The rain elapsed, followed by a slight sunshine. Having been home all day due to the reduction in job demand by the company I currently work for, I was among those laid off till further notice. Cold and jittery, my mind took the greater part of me. It has been raining all through this month, to the surprise of everyone. Where does the hall of mountain sunshine seem to be suddenly becoming a cold water forest? Maybe it’s climate change. Madrid, the center of Europe, has monotonous weather.

What again is this topic about? * Which animal would I compare myself to and why?

I quickly stepped outside the gate to grace the noon sun, which pelted my spirit and soul and had me in the same position with my body fighting over the best position, which was most enjoyable. Putting my face up directly to the rays of sunlight, eyes closed, wishing that I could be made to lie down in my position for a long period of time, though I was only in front of my house building, resting partially on a parked vehicle. Many passersby understood the importance of the sun to me, judging by their looks towards me, of which I paid no attention. Suddenly there was a bird noise, which reminded me of a particular bird back then in my hometown, usually heard early afternoon and evening, a unique one though. However, that is not the type of animal I am or like to be compared with, but I love its gentle and peaceful nature.

Irrespective of your kind,no animal survives alone.

Even as the memories of hunting them for food in the past resonated in my mind, something I frown at currently because I believe that every animal has the right to life. There sit two birds of the same feather, like the usual words (they flock together), but something stood out that had me in awe, even to the point of taking my mind away from these golden rays of sunshine. I looked furiously towards the birds sitting on telephone cables; it appeared that they were young couples or friends of opposite sexes. It was my first time seeing such intimacy between such animals, even in humans. At first they spoke to each other in their language, then kissed passionately. I became confused because I never believed my eyes. Then they mated, after which they caressed each other by picking each other’s feathers, even to the extent of laying their heads on each other. I froze at my position, not realizing how long I had been gazing at these wonderful birds. Maybe the universe was talking to me indirectly about how life, courtship, friendship, and marriage should be, or maybe I am lost in my own thoughts. I quickly ran inside, having enjoyed the sun and the birds’ companionship…

As humans, we are nothing less than a different animal, but whichever you choose to be, or compared with! Let it be with love, openness, and tolerance for one another; For irrespective of your kinds, no animal survives alone.

The value of presence

Describe one habit that brings you joy.

*Memories make a great Dad*

I am starving, Daddy! Could you please help me dish some food? she said.

“You can serve yourself after all you served yourself earlier today,” I replied.

“But Dad, I couldn’t this time. Please help me out!”

I got up from the couch where I was sitting with her younger sister, who was resting on my arm, pretending to sleep. “Chizzy, wait! I will be back,” I said as I laid her down properly on the couch and covered her with a blanket. I went straight to the kitchen, dishing out rice and stew, then returned to the couch to continue what I was doing.

Prior to her request, I had been contemplating writing a blog post about the habits that bring me joy. Sundays are particularly special because I am off from wor, unlike week days when I’m often busy with work while Saturdays serve for overtime. This gives me ample time to spend with my family, especially my two young daughters, ages 4 and 6.

Very early this morning, both of them came out of their room to sleep on my bed. Although it was uncomfortable for me, as I had to squeeze like sardines in a can, I could never imagine telling them not to be there or to go back to their room.

Again, what habits bring me joy?

Weekends, especially Sundays, are always special. We have so much time together, knowing this opportunity comes just once a week. We did skits, ran around, played together, enjoyed ice cream, watched movies, and studied. Now they are both tired and hungry. Unfortunately, their mom went out for work, leaving me to care for them alone. Tomorrow, I will leave very early in the morning before dawn, missing the chance for our morning greetings like we had today.

As I write this, Omalicah, my daughter, is still eating her dinner while her sister is resting on my arm, waiting for their mom to come back before going to bed. Yes, these habits give me immense joy as a parent. The joy of nurturing my children, being present, and watching them grow under my care and guidance are habits that not only bring me joy but also make me feel fulfilled.

My routes and my routine

(poem)

Work!!!

I was stressed from working

Though I did not walk..

Early morning wake-up

Without enough sleep

To catch the early bus

Before my time is up

A route and my routine

My work and my walk.

On bus to work

Though I am not the boss

Passing through bushy roads

even When the are busy

Seeing the tired faces

Even on daily basis

Adding to my stress

When they are also stressed

A route and my routine

My work and my walk.

Borehamwood is not Hollywood

Though it makes the movies good

Its pathway made of woods

While I come from the hood

Estree and lots trees like

The beauty and the beast

The reason was I stressed

was to get rid of my stress

A poem inspired by lived experience, reflecting the stress, anxiety, and pressure faced by a working dad with young children.

Time and circumstances happen to everyone!

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

Change; only thing constant.

Losing interest in something is distinct from outgrowing it. Everyone experiences the passage of time and changing circumstances. As I grow as a person, my life continues to evolve through various processes that are yet to reach their final stage. When it comes to hobbies and activities I enjoy in my free time, many factors come into play.

Outgrown, you say? I find that my interests shift because of circumstances. Our preferences can change for many reasons. As a teenager, I loved playing cards, soccer, and Ludo. I had the luxury of time then, being young and single. Yet, as time passed, my desire for those games transformed. It wasn’t an act of outgrowing; rather, I simply found myself with less time due to new priorities.

I discovered a passion for reading and writing. Realizing I could positively impact others while also enriching my own life led me to focus more on these pursuits. Consistency is essential for success, and I strive to enhance my writing and research skills. While I have outgrown some childhood games, I still cherish many from my teenage years. Circumstances have changed, and priorities have shifted, but that’s the essence of life.

Change, as they say, is the only constant.

How age affects fun time

List five things you do for fun.

Pleasant moment that I aspire to have for the remainder of my life.”

Having a good time involves a variety of activities. To be honest, I can’t recall the last time I set aside time for fun. The situations that I find fulfilling are different and frequently hard for others to comprehend. Having fun can sometimes help me decompress from stressful situations. I adore reading and writing because they are enjoyable activities that make me feel happy. The most intriguing aspect about writing, though, is that I can write well under pressure, while working, on my breaks, in noisy environments, and in other seemingly challenging situations. I utilise it to separate my soul from situations that deflect me of positive energies.

However, reading in public required a higher level of concentration. I prefer to read in a peaceful and quiet place since it energises my soul. Sometimes with a tuned down country music on the background.I began writing at a young age in the hopes of one day shaping people’s lives via my work and being known for it. It makes me glad today that people all over the world have seen and liked my blog post. Thank you, WordPress and social media networks, for making my goal come reality. Speaking of fun, I enjoy dancing and listening to various types of music.

I rarely have this kind of fun time, and when I do, I enjoy myself completely because I put all of my troubles aside and focus on the here and now. Yes, dancing and listening to music help me feel better. Going out every weekend and playing football were previously part of my fun times, but as I’ve grown older and seen a significant change in my personality, I’ve realised that life is what happens when we are occupied with other things.

Aside from writing and reading, spending time with my family is currently the most pleasurable and entertaining period of my life. One of the blessings I hope to enjoy every day of my life is spending weekends with my wife and children, playing and watching films together, eating, and conversing. Yes, these are my five favourite interesting facts. How about you?