We were short-staffed at swimming lessons last night, so I volunteered to teach for Bryn - two classes, I only had to get in the water for one. I could handle it. I was given Julie's classes because the other sub had already subbed for Bryn once and we all know how important consistency is with children! I was okay with her first two classes, but her third class was adult women and I just wasn't up for it. So I tried to get out of it. Ana couldn't teach it for me, Caroline had soccer and Bobbi just laughed when I asked her.
Fifteen minutes into the class, no one had shown up yet. Five more minutes and I could leave. Then Sandra appeared. Apologizing for being late. She had just put in her first tampon. (I hope no children are reading this.) She has a fifteen year old. We talked about tampons. Are they really secure? Could she actually swim with it in?
While we were talking, I noticed her accent and asked her where she was from. Togo, West Africa. Imagine the smile I got when I said I had been to Lome. I mean, what white woman from the upper Midwest even knows where Lome is - let alone, has actually been there!
Naturally, the story gets better. Sandra is a nurse. Three guesses who gave a plug for Mercy Ships to the French and English speaking nurse she was teaching how to swim!
To think, I did my best to squelch God's plans for me!
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