It was during the second week I had an epiphany, thanks to T.C. You see, I was so anxious not to take much of his time, seeing that he was super busy, and he was always surrounded by people that had questions for him, that I would talk as fast as I could and probably not very loud.
I tried to only ask questions when everyone else I had asked said, "That's a T.C. question."
That request was both illuminating and humbling and in no way disparaging.
It was also something I could totally do.
Finally, not being able to understand me, T.C. stopped me and said, "Melanie, I can't understand a word that you are saying. Your words are slurring together. Please slow down and talk normally so I can understand you."
Photo from Janelle Anderson. I'll bet you a quarter that each of those people in the photo were waiting to talk to T.C. and were just standing by waiting patiently. |
That request was both illuminating and humbling and in no way disparaging.
It was also something I could totally do.
I took a deep breath and forced my eager words to slowly come out of my mouth with distinct diction and a bit of a prayer that I would be understood.
It worked.
I was so thankful to be understood.
It's the little things, people.
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