“We
hope you enjoyed giving us the business, as we enjoyed taking you for a ride.” —Flight attendant’s announcement at the end
of a nine hour flight to Rio
My
sister retired from teaching special education after 35 years. Congratulations to her! Six teachers at my school are retiring at the
end of our school year. Congratulations
to them! Waa! I want to retire! All year long I longed to retire to a coffee
shop writing all day, watching the hard working folks hustle past the window to
their jobs. But in these past two weeks
events have connived to change my attitude back in gratitude.
I’ve
always wanted to get back to the Bighorn Mountains in Wyoming and thought this
would be the summer to do it. I could
camp for a week or so, then drive to Yellowstone. I prefer to combine my solitude with some
group time, so when I read an email from Wilderness Inquiry, an adventure group
I’ve traveled with before, I considered their paddle and hike trip in
Yellowstone. They were asking for a trip
assistant to help with a disabled person for a significant cut in the cost. The timing was right for catching the wild
flowers in Bighorn before meeting up with the WI group.
After
teeter-tottering for several days, I signed up, but without a deposit. How’s that for commitment? I learned the details of the trip: ten people,
six of whom are disabled in some way.
That leaves four people and two trip leaders to care for the disabled
people by picking up slack, helping them in and out of canoes or with balance
and guiding on hikes. It sounded like a
disabled trip, real work and very little adventure.
“Are
you crazy?” I said to myself. My life
hit me over the head; I spend seven hours a day, five days a week in service to
special needs teenagers. Then I scuttle
off to service at my dad’s place where I wait on tables, act as an interpreter
for the weak of voice and the hard of hearing, groomer, and an activities
director taking my dad and Max out to the courtyard or leading my three
Saturday night dates, the walker brigade, to the movies in the independent
living area, then home to needy dogs that aren’t even mine! “And now you want to spend your vacation in
service too? Are you crazy?”
Still
I hadn’t ruled it out. I envisioned
walking alone through meadows of wild flowers, sitting by a mountain river
watching a mother moose and her baby in the willows, building a campfire,
and saying, “Wow! Look at that!” to no one. The Yellowstone trip promised spots off the
beaten path and paddling along rivers I’ve never seen in Yellowstone. Maybe a week on my own would be enough to
handle the service for six days.
Maybe. And I told myself that
many blessings come out of service. Still,
maybe. Indecision is a disabling
position.
Out
of the mouths of babes came my dismount from the teeter-totter. Every Friday we have sustained silent reading
in all the reading classes. I love this
day because I get to get lost in a good book, too. But in my second period class, I don’t get to
read my own book. I read with Pedro
because he can’t really read anything past a first grade level. We’re reading a book called Locomotion by Jacqueline Woodson. It’s a novel written in verse with a variety
of different poem forms, by an orphan whose teacher has asked students to keep
a poetry journal. It’s funny and sad and
poignant. When I read this haiku, I laughed
out loud:
Today's
a bad day
Is
that haiku?
Do I look / like I even care?
Pedro
smiled, studying me. I told Pedro about
haiku and he flipped through the book searching for them. He got out a piece of paper and wrote down
the word haiku. Last week he laughed
even before I did at some parts. And he
explained a passage I didn’t understand.
On Monday Pedro asked if he could come to my fifth period class for
extra help during his lunch. I said it
was a freshman class and we’re reading a different book, The Bite of the Mango. He
said, “We read that last year. I
remember you cried. Remember, Ms. Leghorn?”
I smiled. Pedro said, “You read
with heart, Ms. Leghorn. Other teachers
just read. I mean, maybe they read with
enthusiasm, but…I can’t explain it. You
put your heart into it. That’s what I
like about your class.” I told him, “It
takes one to know one, Pedro.” He laughed. When the bell rang I went to the bathroom and
cried. That evening I paid for my trip
and booked my flight.
Pedro
led the week of blessings. Between
compliments and thank yous from residents at my dad’s place, amazing speeches
praising teachers for their important and dedicated work at the CPS teachers’
rally attended by more than five thousand CPS employees, and the comedy coming
from students, I am welcoming the blessings of service. This week I realize that I’m right where I
want to be. I may not be able to teach
Pedro to read at the high school level, but I can show him how to love
literature. Likewise, I can’t meet the
needs of all the residents at my dad’s place, but I can serve them coffee with
a smile. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
said, “Give what you have. To someone,
it may be better than you dare to think.”
I love my job. I love my
life. I love being of service. As my friend Jan said, “It’s who you
are.” It takes one to know one, Jan.
This
recipe is for Jan, but this time her husband will be servicing her, as he’s the
one who likes to cook.
Swordfish Steak
with Mango and Squash Salsa
Fresh
swordfish steak, enough for two or three people
½
large sweet onion, chopped
3
cloves garlic, sliced
1
stalk celery, sliced (optional, Jan)
½
red, yellow and orange peppers, chopped (organic since they’re on the dirty
dozen list)
1
small zucchini quartered and sliced
1
small yellow zucchini (summer squash) quartered and sliced
½
large tomato, chopped
½
or more mango, cubed
about
1 T. chili powder
about
1 T. cumin
juice
of ½ lime
salt
and pepper to taste
Sauté
onion, garlic and celery in oil until onions are translucent. Add peppers,
spices and lime juice. Cover and cook
for about 4 minutes. You may need to add
a little water so nothing sticks. Add
squashes and cover for about 3 more minutes.
Cover swordfish with salt, pepper, chili powder. I tried to rub it in
but only ended up rubbing it off. Maybe
you’ll have better luck. Stir in
tomato. Slide the veggies to the outside
of the pan and place the swordfish in the middle. Cover the fish with the veggies and cover the
pan. Add mango. Cook for about 4 or 5
minutes, then flip to the other side for 3 or 4 minutes.
On
a hot Sunday
Serve
this up with sangria.
To
your heart and health.