Friday, February 12, 2016

when the tears aren't invited

That time when you're in a new smallish group from church. You've never met any of these gals before, and you suddenly and irrevocably break down in tears, apologizing through them, trying to gain control of these emotions that have clearly over exceeded their limits.

That was me last night. The first meeting in a small group at church. My husband and I signed up to help "teach" English to non-native English speakers. An ESL type of class. 

Last night the men went next door to work on resumes for a couple of the guys.

The gals, another native English speaker and I, and a woman from Iran and one from Iraq, both could communicate a little in English. I wouldn't say well. That is why we were there.

Thankfully, Patty, was a teacher for 20 some years and came prepared with a sheet of questions we could go thru.

And, right in the middle of that, my tears came. They broke the limits of what I think is socially appropriate. They fell anyway, and I had to explain to those surprised eyes looking back at me.



 Swedish cousins Jan Gunner, Angelica and Ing-Marie 


I told them my dad came to America when he was 16 and knew no English. He had to be taught just like this. I told them I have Swedish family that recently came to America, and sometimes we struggled through words just like we were doing.

It just hit me. It really touched me to be sitting there helping this woman from Iraq and this woman from Iran say, "My name is ______. My address is_____.

It made me think of Dad. The tears would not stay inside. They just wouldn't.
And, these lovely women understood.

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Thanks for stopping by today, friend!

I hope you are blessed!

Anne

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5 comments:

  1. hi anne:) i'm your next door neighbor at FMF. great story! very touching. that is one thing i would love to do...teach ESL. so far i haven't been able to be in the right place at the right time, but someday...

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  2. Anne, I can understand your tears. Sometimes we just can't control when they come. And when they do, God catches every one of them. I love your heart and your transparency. I'm blessed to have read your beautiful story. Much love!

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  3. Anne, I can understand your tears. Sometimes we just can't control when they come. And when they do, God catches every one of them. I love your heart and your transparency. I'm blessed to have read your beautiful story. Much love!

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  4. I know what you mean about uninvited tears. I once cried in front of a relatively new boss about my anxiety over a dental procedure. (I used to be and am somewhat still phobic of needles). She was wonderfully understanding and ended up confiding in me weeks later about how much she missed her parents. (Both died within three months of each other less than a year earlier). Sharing our emotions in unexpected times and ways can be unnerving, but sometimes it can help others cope with their own.

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  5. What a wonderful story. I also like your blog. good job.

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