Once upon a time, a not-so-young teacher was making her weary way home after an intense day at school. Pulling up to a four-way stop sign, she waited a brief second as the man on her right went, then she pulled straight ahead. Immediately thereafter, her heart nearly jumped through her skin as an ear-splitting siren started right behind her. Red and blue lights flashed in her rearview mirror.
Her left hand (already injured) smacked against the driver’s side window in shock and after a slight levitation of the body, the right foot accidentally hit the gas. She jerked to the right, nearly nailing the Youth For Christ building at the edge of the road.
“Oh my goodness! I didn’t know a police car was right behind me. What did I do? I stopped!”
Before she had time to think farther, a dark blue sedan immediately in front of her, suddenly started both shrieking sirens and flashing lights. The shock made the teacher hit both the brake and gas at the same time, while further nailing the sidewalk along the YFC building.
“I’m boxed in by the police,” the teacher thought in dismay, “Boy! Never pick your nose in public!”
JOKE! I was NOT picking my nose at the time. However the rest of the story is true. In despair I stayed pulled over, as I waited for the police to get out, while frantically trying to think what I could have done. Thankfully, they both made turns right around me, and sped off, leaving me sitting thinking – “Oh, guess it wasn’t me after all – but I’ll still never pick my nose in public!”
I’m too high strung to handle loud noises around me unexpectedly without adverse reactions. As I shakily pulled home a few minutes later, I got out still quivering with shock, and promptly tripped on my front step. So the left hand and foot that was just starting to heal, slid backwards several paces in the ‘feel good’ department! Welcome to my world! (minus the plug in - already tried that before. Shocking experience, too.)
February 26, 2021
What a week! As a teacher on a Hutterite colony for grade 5-12, life is non-stop from 9:00-3:30. This coming Friday is the end of quarter, so report cards will be due. So that always makes one extra busy.
But I had 2 highlights in this week.
The first: I came home and stumbled over something on my step. When I picked it up and entered, I found out I was holding MY copy of my book! I felt like a mother receiving her first child. The awe and wonder of holding something I'd created and labored over for - yes, about nine months- well, that is quite the feeling.
The second: Last night the doorbell rang. I answered and a man stood there with a floral arrangement. I was sure he'd come to the wrong house, but he had the right name. Imagine my amazement when I saw that friends from the States had arranged these lovely roses to be delivered to celebrate this milestone in my life. In today's Covid restrictions, such a thoughtful, kind gesture means SO much! I never get flowers, so I'm still just smiling over it.