I'm listening to inspirational music, but accomplishing nothing outside of my imagination. Let's change that.
(1) Mexico Time: One lesson I learned from living in Mexico and various visits back is that time is a fickle thing. Time isn't to blame--it continues as usual, but the people making the appointments have a broader scope in mind, say when they tell you "6 o'clock." You think I would have grasped this concept by now, but I found myself upset when I walked into the Angelica Lutheran Church off Venice/Burlington and was told that Carlos--the man I was meeting to talk about a volunteer tutoring/mentoring position--wouldn't be there for another 20-25 minutes. Granted, it's an almost exclusively hispanic neighborhood, but I convinced myself it would be different.
After waiting for a half an hour, Carlos walked in with no apology, just a big grin and a warm welcome for his new "hermano." You know, it's hard to be bitter with such kindhearted people. They have a huge need for someone to work on grammar and writing skills with children ranging from elementary school to high school age--I can't think of anything I'd rather do with my time. Once I hear back from the company where I'm trying to intern, I'll call Carlos and talk scheduling. Maybe I'll show up 30 minutes late to my tutoring sessions... It's the one place I'm sure I'd receive grace.
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Oh do I understand. . .
MOM
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