I met my inspirational person yesterday in my very own class. Before wrapping up my class, I told them to write an essay what they want to be after graduated from high school. One student, her name is Fitria, wrote : I want to be a nuclear scientist and I want to die syahid.
When I read her essay, I'm so touched by her writing that tears started to roll down my cheeks. I'm so ashamed of myself, always thinking of me, me, and me. I forgot that there are plenty of other human beings out there that desperately need our help.
My student, Fitria, is a usual high school student. That's what I thought before, but now she is a very inspiring person.
Who ever said inspiration always come from someone better than us?