I consider teaching to be a privilege, and consider myself lucky to have loved my job. Shepherding talents like DeLeo's, witnessing her insight, hard work, growth and self-rescue, there is no greater satisfaction for a teacher than this.
There's a trope from the last century (circa 1972) that if you do what you love the rest will follow. The rest, supposedly, is money. Or happiness. Or fame. Immortality, maybe. Transcendence. Illlumination. Eternal salvation.