A funny conversation happened at my conference, right after one of my presentations. I was approached by an older couple who noted that, by my mannerism and enthusiasm, I had to be a teacher. It gets funnier.
You must be a teacher. Only a teacher speaks like that.
Why, thank you, yes I am.
What do you do when you are not teaching?
What? I am always teaching.
What do you do when you are not in the classroom?
I teach outside.
What do you do when you are home?
Teach my family.
And when you sleep?
I dream about teaching.
You are a strange, yet passionate woman- your husband has his hands full.
You have no idea!
We walked away with a hearty laugh and a precious hug, seeing each other often though out the course of the week. While the conversation may seem odd, I treasure it, for it is encouraging that others see my heart when I speak. For me, all of life is a classroom and every one I meet is either teaching me or being taught by me. I am blessed by this sweet couple and their gentle humor at my goofy, yet very real way of being me.