I am not a teacher, I am a picker:

My job is to pick all, each one, who get to have a reset. It's too late for "teaching kids how to think." After reflecting on my title as a picker, it was very important for me to appreciate the significance of my title. 

The biggest low point of my life was in the 80s, when I was working as a picker, alone, in the warehouse (which I really enjoyed). My rapist (a tool and die maker) called my name and held up a sign, "Cock Teasers Prohibited, Transgressors will be Violated." Human Resources said that's what I get for being cute. 

People used to make fun of my walk, "shake it, don't break it," and "if I had a swing like that I'd put it in my backyard." This started in the 70s when I was just a teenager and I didn't understand why people would say those things to me. 

Decades later the chiropractor said I have one leg shorter than the other, so maybe that's why. I do not know, but I think yoga has helped. 

My spirit advisors know exactly what they're doing, so, yes, I gladly embrace the title, picker. It's very, very significant to me, as I'm reminded of the life I have lived, because some wounds never seem to heal. 

I will no longer pretend my life was anything different than what it was and the title of picker helps me to never forget, in order to keep it real, as they say.