She filled the position of secretary thinking it would be a little job between jobs. It would just be something she did before the next good thing came along. She would put in as much as needed to get her weekly paycheck as she stole glances at the classifieds each morning over coffee in the lounge.
She won’t leave now. She can’t. Not by his force, which certainly permeates other aspects of her life in the most delightful ways, but out of her own desire to belong. It wasn’t in the job description. It was the best part of the job.
He teaches, she learns. He gives, she takes, she gives back, he takes joyously. He cares. He nurtures. He understands. And tonight, she’s going to meet her, which will constitute more teaching, more learning, more sharing. They’ll call it working overtime.
NELL 2.0