In such a world, the last thing a teacher needs to give her pupils is more information. They already have far too much of it. Instead, people need the ability to make sense of information, to tell the difference between what is important and what is unimportant, and, above all, to combine many bits of information into a broad picture of the world.
Feed them, throw them books and sunshine, chase them around a bit, be as nice to them as you can, even when they’re jerks (and they will be) and — presto! Great big, relatively functional, frustratingly opinionated, adequately educated and very hungry humans.
One of the things I’m struggling most with is this concept of legacy. I’m a planner. Before this diagnosis I’d been thinking of my 1st 35 years — aside from being a ton of fun and travel — as preparation. I felt like I was building a platform (savings, networks, skills, experience) that I could then use in my second act to make a real contribution, to “make my mark”, to build a real legacy for my kids. Perhaps that was a mistake on my part, because I may have no time to do that now. I guess I’m panicking a little.
What we don’t calculate is the tangible emotional and spiritual transfer which occurs alongside the exchange of funds. There is an expectation now, spoken or not, that both your life and the life of the person you charge will be better after this transaction. If misplayed, you wind up with guilt and doubt; they wind up with anger and regret.