My mom took me to the YMCA when I was a kid for swimming lessons. When we jumped into the shallow end my feet would not touch bottom. I had to bob in and out of the water to breathe. I could not hear the instructions, much less obey them within the building panic I felt. Then I recognized the strong grip on my shoulder that usually meant I was in trouble. This time it meant I was saved. Thanks mom.
Sometimes since I started this NTI program I have felt some of the same panic, but never more than this week when my financial aid fell apart and it looked as if I would drown before finding a way to recover. Dr. Burns, like my mom so long ago, did not hesitate to rescue me. She might have made calls, sent emails, perhaps more and straightened out the mess. Thanks Dr. Burns.
Hi, Pat - glad to hear it turned out OK. One of the unsaid things about getting a higher ed degree, or any long-term pursuit, is that you were able to survive/solve/persevere through many similarly frustrating events.
ReplyDeleteSo your mom tried to drown you as a kid - what? I love your posts!