Every time I visited my sweet Southern grandma, she would tell me, “Honey, don’t ever watch ‘so-poppers.’”
“Mama” taught me a lot through her words and her life. I giggle now at that stern admonishment. As a little girl, I vowed I would never watch one—even though I had no idea what in the world a “so-popper” was.
My dad always told me that confession is good for the soul. Maybe … but it can also be very bad for the reputation. Even so, I’m risking my reputation with you by letting you in on a little secret.
Ready? Here goes.
I have an obsession … with the burners on my stove. I’m driven to keep them spotless and gleaming.
Now that I own a gas stove, this dysfunctional issue may not require therapy, but it wasn’t always this way. I once hovered over the burners on my electric range—the pans, rims, and surface beneath were all targets of my compulsion.
Now, before you put me on your prayer list, let me explain.
When I went to China, I got to meet some of Phil’s students. Oh, I guess I should tell you that was the reason we got to go on such an amazing once-in-a-lifetime trip; Phil was invited to teach at Liaoning Normal University in Dalian, China. While we were there, I got to visit his Venue Management class and meet his students.
Phil had told them I was blind and they were curious and asked lots of the usual questions like, “How do you ___?”(fill in the blank). There are a million “How do you do___? ” kinds of questions when you’re blind, but one young woman’s question totally blew me away — it was very revealing.
In broken, but very good English, she asked: “When you became blind, were you afraid people would be ashamed of you or your family would not love you?”