Guest guest Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 I was in a line yesterday before a counter. In comes a guy with a little boy. He is talking excitedly to the boy in spanish. He tries to talk to the counterlady.She looks around helplessly. I try to hear what he is saying because in my own grandiose opinion I " know " spanish. I am hoping to make him out so that I can step in and be the hero of biligualism I know I have it in me to be.He is taling too fast--in other words he is talking naurually rather than at the half speed I need him to talk at so I can fulfill my morning's destiny. I am well on my way to getting one of the key words--he keeps repeating it--when in walks a guy who was obviously brought up speaking both languages and he says three words to the worried guy who says three words back. " He lost his car keys and wants to know if he left them on the counter. " ,he says to the lady and I feel like a dog snapping at a yanked away bone. In this little (true) tale I think we can see the difference between a real teacher and those who wish they were. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote: > > I was in a line yesterday before a counter. In comes a guy with a > little boy. He is talking excitedly to the boy in spanish. He tries to > talk to the counterlady.She looks around helplessly. I try to hear > what he is saying because in my own grandiose opinion > I " know " spanish. I am hoping to make him out so that I can step in > and be the hero of biligualism I know I have it in me to be.He is > taling too fast--in other words he is talking naurually rather than at > the half speed I need him to talk at so I can fulfill my morning's > destiny. I am well on my way to getting one of the key words--he keeps > repeating it--when in walks a guy who was obviously brought up > speaking both languages and he says three words to the worried guy who > says three words back. " He lost his car keys and wants to know if he > left them on the counter. " ,he says to the lady and I feel like a dog > snapping at a yanked away bone. In this little (true) tale I think we > can see the difference between a real teacher and those who wish they > were. indeed...it sums the whole thing up. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 Nisargadatta , " tom " <jeusisbuen wrote: > > I was in a line yesterday before a counter. In comes a guy with a > little boy. He is talking excitedly to the boy in spanish. He tries to > talk to the counterlady.She looks around helplessly. I try to hear > what he is saying because in my own grandiose opinion > I " know " spanish. I am hoping to make him out so that I can step in > and be the hero of biligualism I know I have it in me to be.He is > taling too fast--in other words he is talking naurually rather than at > the half speed I need him to talk at so I can fulfill my morning's > destiny. I am well on my way to getting one of the key words--he keeps > repeating it--when in walks a guy who was obviously brought up > speaking both languages and he says three words to the worried guy who > says three words back. " He lost his car keys and wants to know if he > left them on the counter. " ,he says to the lady and I feel like a dog > snapping at a yanked away bone. In this little (true) tale I think we > can see the difference between a real teacher and those who wish they > were. P: I entered Union Station in Chicago and sat on a bench to wait for my train. Directly across, sitting on a bench about ten feet away, was a bum in a drunken stupor. He was muttering to himself. I regarded him with a somewhat smug compassion. Noticing my scrutiny, the drunk started calling me names. I was surprised that these insults had no effect on my mind. His insults seemed to be no different than my own thoughts. Fascinated by this unexpected way of seeing insults, I kept staring, which infuriated the drunk to louder and cruder profanity. Suddenly, I realized that people walking by were stopping and looking at us. For the sake of children, I stood up to walk away. A look of fear came over the drunk's face. No doubt, he thought I was going to look for a security guard to throw him out into the frigid air. He gave me a timid smile and waved me to sit down. I gave him a broad grin and winked at him. As I walked away, he began yelling, " He's OK. He's OK " A strange happiness descended on me. His yells of " he's OK " boomed in the domed room and descended on me like a benediction. A crazy assurance took hold of me that not only was I OK, but the world at large was also OK. I felt this bum's words as an empowerment to feel that way from then on. And that feeling has never left me. The world is OK and when trouble comes it gets incorporated into that rightness. Drunks are only drunks, but sometimes, somehow, they are not only that. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 29, 2007 Report Share Posted April 29, 2007 This morning......on my way to work.....three laughing children.....followed by one pale pink.....bouncing baby pig. toombaru Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 30, 2007 Report Share Posted April 30, 2007 Nisargadatta , " toombaru2006 " <lastrain wrote: > > > > > This morning......on my way to work.....three laughing > children.....followed by one pale pink.....bouncing baby pig. > > > > toombaru and that was a humanvore piggy wasn't it? small oinking piglets are a laugh a minute too, in the minutes leading up to the pig roast. ..b b.b. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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