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I have a teacher that has sponsored many of his students through high school, college and university- many of them were orphans with no one to go to or from impoverished backgrounds.

He is very famous in our region and earns a lot both from his job and extra tuition classes he teaches. People from all over the region come to his classes.

But he’s never let that get to his head. He’s earned respect by reminding his students to stay grounded and be kind to other people- family, friends and strangers alike.

He was the first teacher to tell me it’s okay to take a break when I’m overworked and told us that it’s okay if we don’t get to the university we want- as long as our aims are to be good members of society it doesn’t matter where we go. And he never boasts about the stuff he’s done.

He’s the reason that even though I don’t have much money, I’ve started giving bits of pocket money away to poor people or buying useful gifts for other members of my family.

It’s one of the few things I do nowadays that makes me feel whole again. Like I’m not a waste of space.

I just hope someone out there reads this and realizes that there are good people hidden in rotten environments and they want to stay hidden because they feel better about their good deeds that way. Don’t lose hope for humanity. Do your best to contribute to good.

I have a teacher that has sponsored many of his students through high school, college and university- many of them were orphans with no one to go to or from impoverished backgrounds.

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