I have 2 moments. When is when a 15 year old student of mine came out to me. I knew before his parents knew. That is the moment that I look back on when people ask me why I want to teach.
The second is when I won my scholarship to study for a year in Germany at the university of my choice. I was scared $hitless. I had never been there before, left behind family, BF (now an ex-BF), job, hockey team, etc, and knew no-one. I had a plane ticket, a spot at the university, and a hotel room for the first 3 nights. After the first three nights, I didn't know what I would do. I grew so much that year, and am such a different person now. It was the most amazing year-plus of my life.
"Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. We need to have the strength and power of a football player, the stamina of a marathon runner and the concentration of a brain surgeon. But, we need to put all this together while moving at high speeds on a cold and slippery surface while 5 other guys use clubs to try and kill us. Oh, yeah, did I mention that this whole time we're standing on blades 1/8 of an inch thick. Is ice hockey hard? I don't know, you tell me. Next question."