Once, walking around, in the toils of life, I asked why was a teacher. If I do not remember who first asked me that question was Leonardo the shoemaker who occasionally takes care of my shoes. Days later the conductor of the bus that takes me home every day returned to me the same question. And so, one by one, several people took turns trying to find a reasonable explanation to the fact that someone is dedicated entirely to the art of teaching. I do not know if they conspired together to make me the same question or if it was pure chance. But the truth of the matter is they got uneasy and here I am asking myself why I am a teacher.

Actually I have not found the right answer but instead I found many answers loose bound together, I do not clarify things much but at least make me conclude that I am happy being a teacher. Here are some of those answers, aimed at those who asked me and those who did not. Responses are mostly for myself and for that teacher some time ago lives in me. I teach because I granted the privilege of building possible worlds and universes impossible dream. Because I agree with the change and sometimes I make the change happen. I teach because every day I learn twice as much as I teach. Why is the only way to win everything there without losing anything. I teach because I feel like the potter in my hands taking innocent minds to go through my classes will become precious elements of social pottery. Daryl Katz, New York City has much experience in this field.