Remember Alex and the frog from Prayer of the Laughing Yoga Frog?
Well today Alex came by my office to get a copy of the book for himself and his mom. No problem, I remembered to pack them this morning. I didn't remember to put my lunch in the car or bring the water bottles from the car to my office, and I certainly didn't remember a jacket on this winter day, but yes, I remembered his books and happily handed them over.
We talked for a few minutes. He told me he went with his church to Peru, on a mission trip, and said people work too hard there and don't laugh and play like we do in America. I shrugged. I've been out of the country for 4 days of my life, so I can't offer much.
Then we discuss his classes and other issues. I hate to hurry him out of my office but he's the fifth student in a row in the past two hours and I still have to fix up today's lecture and the Dean wants to see me and I have 18 emails to answer about essays due online.
Not one to be hurried, Alex stays put in my doorway and says he had a dream.
My eyebrows raise. Oh no.
He dreamed the frog wanted to live with him.
My eyebrows stay raised. I knew this was coming.
I knew deep down in my that someday I would give the frog away.
Anyway, I loved it too much to keep it to myself, right?
So I put the frog into a big bag and hung it on the back of Alex's chair.
His frogilicious yogarific head peeked out over Alex's shoulder as they rolled down the hallway.
They looked happy together, I thought for one moment before looking at the empty space on my desk.
My desk won't stay empty for long -- I'm sure the universe will send me something awesome, something I can't yet imagine.
Well today Alex came by my office to get a copy of the book for himself and his mom. No problem, I remembered to pack them this morning. I didn't remember to put my lunch in the car or bring the water bottles from the car to my office, and I certainly didn't remember a jacket on this winter day, but yes, I remembered his books and happily handed them over.
We talked for a few minutes. He told me he went with his church to Peru, on a mission trip, and said people work too hard there and don't laugh and play like we do in America. I shrugged. I've been out of the country for 4 days of my life, so I can't offer much.
Then we discuss his classes and other issues. I hate to hurry him out of my office but he's the fifth student in a row in the past two hours and I still have to fix up today's lecture and the Dean wants to see me and I have 18 emails to answer about essays due online.
Not one to be hurried, Alex stays put in my doorway and says he had a dream.
My eyebrows raise. Oh no.
He dreamed the frog wanted to live with him.
My eyebrows stay raised. I knew this was coming.
I knew deep down in my that someday I would give the frog away.
Anyway, I loved it too much to keep it to myself, right?
So I put the frog into a big bag and hung it on the back of Alex's chair.
His frogilicious yogarific head peeked out over Alex's shoulder as they rolled down the hallway.
They looked happy together, I thought for one moment before looking at the empty space on my desk.
My desk won't stay empty for long -- I'm sure the universe will send me something awesome, something I can't yet imagine.
