Not long ago, in class, I was trying to explain something students sometimes have trouble understanding.
I must have tried too hard. After five minutes of my own incessant blabbering, I looked at them and asked them if they understood. “Questions?” I said.
No one moved.
“Get it?” I said.
“Am I beatin’ a dead horse here?” I said. “You’ve got it, right?”
When they looked at me almost pathetically, half smiles all around, I understood I'd gone on too long.
The older I get, the harder it is for me to see myself as others see me. I wish that weren’t true; but, this morning, I’m thankful, at least, that I can still see when I’m being patronized, albeit sweetly.
I hope God never takes away my vision, even if, for some reason, he someday takes my eyes.