
I am ashamed to admit that I almost cancelled class today. For at least 10 whole minutes, I seriously considered it. I was torn between my crying niece who wasn’t feeling well and my own thoughts of all that I had to do for the upcoming week. But then I remembered why God called me to teach this class and these women. For Lent, some people give up beer or food or some other “addiction.” There are very few earthly desires or things that I hold close enough to my heart to affect me enough, to give up for Lent…but there is one thing that I value very dear, and that is my time. I have very little of it and I hate wasting it and everything I do and everyone I see has to be worth my time. Well a few weeks ago, an opportunity arose when a local church needed an English teacher for a group of Montagnard refugees who are stay at home mothers. Of course, I said yes and so my role as a teacher began.
I was about 15 minutes late and when I walked in, a group of smiling faces patiently greeted me. Actually, they were ecstatic to see me. As I looked at my 5 eager students, 2 with babies strapped to their backs, I realized how selfish I would have been to cancel class. The classes last from 6 to about 7:30 pm and these mothers had probably rushed through dinner and given up time with their husbands and children to come learn from me. Who was I to think that what I had to do and my time was more important than theirs?! Today we learned numbers, the value of dollar bills and how to count change. I watched as one student struggled to give me $0.37 using pennies, nickels, dimes, and quarters and how all the mothers cheered each other on and tried to help each other out when one didn’t understand. These women have never had any type of formal education in Vietnam and for most of them, this is the first time someone sat down with them and taught them letters and numbers and the value of each coin. Not only were they learning despite the language barrier, they also had to relearn the value of US dollars which is completely different from the Vietnamese dong. It is a task that any well-educated American would struggle with…now imagine doing it in a language that is not your own and with money you are not familiar with and you are learning how to count for the first time.
These women don’t know where I went to school or what my profession is…and at the end of the day, none of that matters. They all just think that I am super smart and that I am an expert at whatever I am teaching. They kept apologizing and saying how they were not smart and how they never had any schooling and I was so glad that I could be the one to tell them, “No, don’t say that about yourself. This stuff is really hard and you are very smart. You are smarter than me.” I always tell the women that they are smarter than me, and they always laugh it off. I am so proud of them for not giving up and not getting to frustrated with me. Class is supposed to end at 7pm but it usually lasts until 7:30pm. Not once do they look at their watches or rush to leave. Their attention is always on me and what I am saying to them. There are very few times in my life where I am certain that I have the full attention of whoever I am talking to, but with them, there is no question that they value every word I say. In between numbers and counting, they tell me their stories about living in the village and how they arrived as refugees. I am still in awe of the struggles they have been through and the ones in the United States, that they have yet to overcome. At the end of class, every single student tells me “boni ko ih” (thank you) and gives me a hug and tells me how great class was. Today one student told me that she hopes her daughter grows up to be like me. Little does she know that comment made my night and it is moments like that, I am reminded why I love what I do. Their determination and passion for learning moves me in a way that is hard to describe. I may be their teacher, but they are the ones who inspire me.














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