(From Fang Ching)
20 facts about myself. (Seems I’m off to a late start so will post days 2&3 today – been sneaking a look at fellow challengers!)
- I learnt to read almost 1,000 characters in Chinese (very interesting!)
- I make my own natural skin creams – they’re so much better and cheaper too.
- I love water of all kinds, rivers, lakes, sea, streams, the sound, look and smell.
- I hate wearing shoes and as a child drove my mom crazy always taking them off.
- I have an hons. degree in sculpture but worked most of my life as an English teacher.
- I like to eat healthy but my weakness is chocolate (my secret addiction).
- I love Italy and speak passable Italian due to an early romance with an incredible Italian boy.
- I’ve always loved to make things, anything from clothes to furniture.
- I don’t like cooking and managed to avoid it for a long time (my 2nd husband was an ex cook.)
- I must be half man as I really don’t like shopping either.
- Altogether I have 7 grown up children (from two different marriages) who I love to pieces and am incredibly proud of.
- I’m a quarter gypsy, quarter landed gentry, and half teachers and shop keepers by blood.
- I’ve witnessed many unexplainable miracles.
- Another unusual dislike, TV! (Haven’t really watched it for around 50 years – living is much more fun!)
- All the cells I’ve lost with age tend to be in the memory department (now what was I saying?).
- I enjoy a good laugh at myself (which is just as well lol!)
- I love space and light, can’t handle dark, small spaces.
- I hate lying or deceit in any form (this includes advertising, politics, and hypocrites).
- I’m a bookworm but one with “special needs”, classics, historical fiction, and non-fiction only please.
- I’m a lucid dreamer and get a lot of stories that way.
My heart remembers the balloons, their soft circles ascending in the evening dusk, each carrying a prayer for me to the heavens.
Some think the Chinese an emotionless people, there’s the classic of the “Chinese poker face”. I always felt an affinity, like me they have had to learn to disguise a tender heart in strength, emotions running deep within, never viewed by strangers.
It was not the first time I’d partaken, nor the last, but it stays pictured in my mind. They said the children wanted to give me a going away present, but that present wasn’t the tropical lilies or the gift wrapped box presented to me, it was far more precious than that.
As golden disks lit within bore tiny scribbled messages of intercession they began to sing. The English words were thrust into my hands to bridge my understanding. As the first small voice began to tremble, tears gleamed in the darkness, seeping out through the age ranges till only adult voices remained strong, though rivers flowed from their eyes. I could bare it no more; choking back tears I hugged my friend (and boss).
Though our bond was strong we knew we could not long indulge ourselves, passers by began to stare. Why were all these children and teachers crying in the street? We scrambled to gain control as teachers must, but the refrain of the song remains in my heart to this day. “Though you must go far away, and we may never see you again in this world, the precious times we had together can never be taken away”.
These are the true treasures of a teacher.