When I was having a very bad day with a student who life was so unfair to while teaching junior high I listed my years of experience in one column, the school year in the other, my age in another and where I taught in the last column. On this particular day I needed to have black and white evidence of when I could retire. Yeap. That day was that bad (funny enough though, I have no idea what actually happened that day).
I've kept that piece of paper for a lot of reasons. One is to remind me that "this too shall pass" and even though on that particular day I hated my job but all the other 2,431 days I love my job.
I also kept it cuz the years are all running together. I've taught long enough that I can't always remember exactly how many years of experience I have under my belt.
And when I pull that list out I think of that student. I remember the good times & the bad times I had with her. And I remember to pray for her and her unfair life. And that I truly am blessed to have the life I have. Which is something I forget more often than I'd like to admit.