I should have figured August would be full of emotion. (It always is for teachers—and I am still in that category. Probably always will be.) But this emotion has been building up for 10 months. And today is the final day of that period. I must recognize publicly this time at the crossroads. If you know me at all, you know my hope is that my message might reach someone else—down the road.  Ten months ago, almost to the day, I walked away from my school, my position, my community with a heavy heart. Because my loved ones were struggling, I was near heartbreak and could not concentrate on my…