I loved my job. In fact it wasn’t a job to me. It was more like a vocation, I enjoyed getting up on the morning and going to work every day, even cold Monday mornings in the depths of Winter. I just loved it.
When I finally realised that I couldn’t manage physically to do my job properly I resigned. I had to be realistic. I owed it to the people I worked with, to the children I taught, to their families, I owed it to myself.