The day was going beautifully, I was having lunch in the main courtyard at Jackson. I was able to spend the time with Adrienne, Jose Luis, and Gianni, discussing the roles of teachers and how it’s so important to have quality teachers at the initiating levels. So many teachers want to have the most advanced classes, when the real work is not teaching someone how to do the advanced, but to master the simple.
Just because you can run doesn’t mean that you can teach someone else to walk. Speaking a language doesn’t qualify you to teach. One of the things that a teacher can be proudest of is not their accomplished student, but when they are able to create other quality teachers. That is what qualifies someone as a master instructor.
We wrapped up, and as Adrienne and I headed back inside I began to feel a tingling in my left hip. I slowed down, grabbed adrienne’s arm and told her I needed to sit, but that would mean turning around. The tingling was getting stronger, I began to feel a numbness in my leg. I was trying to decide if I should lay on the ground, or try to get back upstairs quickly before it got worse. Is this a blood clot? Did things go wrong with my spine and this is the onset of paralysis? I shook my leg to get the feeling right, while leaning against Adrienne.
“What’s wrong?”
“My leg feels really weird. It’s tingling!”
“Do you feel like a sex machine?”
Huh?! At a time like this she’s making jokes. Jokes that I don’t even get. I put my hand where the feeling was centralized, right over my hip.
At my pocket.
Where I pulled out my cell phone…vibrating to James Brown’s “Sex Machine”.
My alarm to let me know it was time to be upstairs.
I told you TB can affect the brain right? That’s my excuse, and I’ll stick with it.