Adventures in Subbing #6


He could steady a one-hundred-and-eighty pound man by himself, fold up and carry a wheelchair one-handed, but that didn’t count on the basketball court or in grammar or much of anywhere. – from Stand Tall by Joan Bauer 

There are skills that are sometimes taught, sometimes caught, that often go unnoticed. I saw this a few weeks ago in a fourth grade classroom. I was standing in the back of a room while another teacher was reading a story about Rosa Parks to the students. A chubby, red faced boy in the back was kind of sniffling and putting his head down. I wasn’t sure if he was ill or sad or if I should approach him. Before I could decide, a student just acted on his instinct. I watched a sharply dressed young black student walk all the way across the room, put his hand on the blubbering boy’s shoulder, and speak kindly to him. I was so touched. I thought how proud Rosa Parks would have been to see that moment.  I read more to the class about Mrs. Parks, and her struggles and we had a wonderful discussion.

A short while later, I saw the boy smiling broadly who had before been so sad. Seems he thought he’d lost a watch and was going to get in a lot of trouble, but he found it way back in his desk.

I didn’t get a chance to speak to the kind boy, but I wish I had. I wish I had told him I noticed.




It Happens

Things happen that we have no control over, like today when the power went out. I’d actually slept in – I had no idea it was nearly 9am – and it was the boom that awoke me. I opened my eyes to see the ceiling fan slowing to a stop. That was when I realized the power was out.

Moments later I heard a siren, so I looked out from my backyard vantage point to see a firetruck stopped on Morgan Road. At first I thought there had been an accident, so I grabbed the binoculars. I saw the guys out directing traffic, but could see no cars that seem to be involved in a wreck or anything.

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Soon Alabama Power arrived on the scene and went about doing what they do. I understand it was a blown transformer. I know little to nothing about electricity, except that it is useful for all kinds of stuff.  Until I was without, I didn’t realize just how much I took it for granted. I couldn’t see the screen on the thermostat – oops – turning on the hall light was no help. Got to use the bathroom – oops – better leave the door open. Computer? Well, there was battery backup. But internet? I pulled out my Verizon jetpack. Good thing I didn’t have to go anywhere because I don’t know exactly how to manually open the garage door. The one problem I could not solve was my lack of coffee. That was the first thing I took care of when the power was restored.

Thank you, Alabama Power, for being so competent. Thank you, LORD, for all the daily blessings that I enjoy.