So, this is the theme of my journey, learning to listen, really listen. Going over my flight plans with George last night, a very good friend from Uganda, and he began to laugh hysterically. I really wish you could hear George laugh, this mixture of British and Luganda, plus just a taste of Alabama. I was asking about the airport, transportation, money conversion, my work with Teacher and Tour Sojourners, he and Christie's plans to stay in Kampala, things to bring, not to bring, happenings in the village.
George laughs out loud in the middle of my ranting. Then he gets this high-pitched voice, and says, "Lisa, Lisa. Just stop it. You have never had anyone take care of you before have you?" I had to stop and think. Of course, I have, but not for a very long time.
"You will be a guest here. I will pick you up from the airport. I will get you where you want to go. I will help you decide where it is you want to go. I will learn with you as you lecture at the University. I will carry you through until you step back on the plane. End of story. You go too fast. Do not talk so much."
Why have so many people been telling me not to talk? Am I getting the message? I told a friend that I needed "Work In Progress" tattooed across my forehead, but I really think I need "Shut up!" tattooed across my hands. I tend to wave them in from of me when I am talking, and I would see that instruction and possible heed my own advice. I really won't get a tattoo, but I need something to wear on my wrist to remind me of my purpose. Anyone have a "Shut Up" bracelet they can loan me for just a few weeks?
No comments:
Post a Comment