I Learned A Lot About Myself From A Dead Guy

As I teacher, I try to learn from my experiences. At times, the lessons are so blatant that I take immediate pause and think, “This is a teaching moment. What have I learned here?”

For example, when you’re fourteen and walking down The Strip in Panama City Beach, you don’t hitchhike, no matter how sore your feet are, especially when the offer is from a carload of forty-something, mostly toothless men in a rusted-out Ford Crown Vic. You absolutely do not trust your brother when he tells you to...