Have you ever read the delightful book Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day?
Normally at work I sit at my desk, process paper work, answer the occasional phone call, and help the random people who come in. Many times, the applicant uses English as their second language—this can provide for some interesting situations. Most of the people do a fantastic job, and I only feel minimally bad when they make a few English mistakes. Someone came in yesterday, though, that completely changed my way of thinking about the applicants that come in and the way I look at life in general.
The Korean man walked in with the help of someone else, lightly hanging on his arm. His friend introduced him to me, explained his basic questions, made sure that the man would be ok on his own and told him to call him once he was finished. He even offered to stay, but the Korean man was insistent—he wanted to do this on his own. After his friend left, it became quickly apparent that the Korean man was blind. I answered a few of his questions before my supervisor, Becky, decided to take over so I could finish one of the menial tasks I am frequently assigned. As I went through the documents (like the glorified paper-pusher I am) I observed this man from the corner of my eye.
He listened to everything Becky was telling him, but repeated questions so frequently I wasn’t sure he actually understood. From time to time, he would quietly murmur “yes, yes,” gripping his walking stick even tighter in his hands, earnestly listening to an explanation he was clearly having a hard time grasping. His chorus of yeses, interjected at every pause in the conversation, made it seems as if he knew what Becky would saying before the words escaped her mouth—almost like a modern day Tiresias, only this time acting as a blind prophet who was deperately trying to comprehend the complicated world of international admissions. The irony of his occasional “I see” simply broke my heart–it was clear that it wasn’t just the person standing in front of him that he couldn’t see. After several clarifications of the same concept and a repeated explanation that we could not help him in our office, his repeated “yeses” and “I sees” turned into a recurring message of gratitude for the help we had provided him. After he took several minutes to gather his things, including a campus map, absolutely useless to him, he ambled out the door, taking baby steps into the hallway until, little by little, he disappeared from my view.
This is a busy week for me. I have two Spanish presentations, two English papers, and a music fireside on Sunday that will be a literal miracle if I can pull off the organ pieces. For that half hour though, I realized how good I have it. Yes, I may be lucky if I make it through the week without having a nervous breakdown, but even if I go down in flames, the Lord has blessed me with so much. So really, I’m just lucky, no matter the circumstances.
When you first apply to BYU, they conveniently forget to mention to you that you will not be able to enjoy a Spring Break. So while I was dealing with having to wake up an hour earlier than usual because of this dumb thing called Daylight Savings Time (yet another reason why Arizona is superior to every other state in the Union) and doing homework and taking tests and writing papers and going to work…sigh…apparently hald of the world went to Disneyland.
We had loosely planned to go over MLK day this year, but that plan fell through when we all realized we didn’t actually have any money. Next year, it will be different. I will get to Disneyland within the next year if it’s the last thing I do!
Last night I went with my Choir-Friend-Candace and her sister Courtney to Divine Comedy. It was quite the event, let me tell you. We first met at the Cougareat for a gourmet meal, courtesy of Taco Bell. Afterwards, we treated ourselves to some ice cream at Sugar and Spice where Candace was not only shamelessly hit on by the boy scooping ice cream, but also nearly died choking on the Cherry Cordial ice cream he practically forced down her throat (apparently she has a strange aversion to artificial cherry flavoring) We made the walk from the Wilk to the Tanner Building, watched Modern Family on Hulu to pass the time, and then it was time for the main event: