One of the best things I can remember about all three of my schools is that the teachers there seemed to genuinely and authentically care about their students. For them it wasn’t a paycheck, it was a way of life or, in the Catholic school vernacular, a vocation. This idea of vocation brought more than just the normal classroom experiences, but rather nurturing and spiritual nourishing interactions that made my and all of my classmates formative years so very memorable — so much so that we still keep in contact today. However, with all the qualities of a know-it-all, self-professed-invincible, and sarcastic teenager, I would look at the normal human foibles of our teachers and state, “I will never do that” or “I will never be like that” or, the best one, “If I ever do that, just check me into a nursing home and be done with me.” It’s that last one that causes me to grin because of a recent occurrence in my current situation. At St. Mary’s University where I did my undergrad and gra...