Good Humanity Beats Bad Technology

, , , , , | Learning | January 30, 2019

I teach ESL via an online school. Due to being a remote virtual job, with students in countries with unreliable Internet service, having technical difficulties is a common occurrence. Usually, I can make it work, but sometimes it gets in the way of class.

One day, I had a new student, and from the beginning, the tech problems were a nightmare. It alternated between him not being able to see or hear me, me not being able to see or hear him, the slides not working, or the slides working but only for one of us. The classes are only thirty minutes long, but we only spent about ten percent of that doing class.

Of course, once the problems were finally fixed, we had only a minute of class time left! I apologized to the student, who was about ten years old, that we couldn’t do a proper class and said I would see him next time.

Just as the system timed out and sent me to a new class, the student, who had sat patiently through everything, just smiled and said, “Thank you; I had fun. Goodbye! I love you!” and then blew me a kiss!

I was so surprised, but also touched. It made the rest of the sessions, which were no better technology-wise, a bit easier to handle.

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We Would Automatically Love Anyone Who Gave Us A Free Cookie

, , | Friendly | December 3, 2018

(Our grocery store gives away free cookies to small children. I’ve tried to teach my children to always ask politely, and remember their thank-yous. However, my three-year-old son has figured out a more efficient way of acquiring cookies.)

Son: “Hello! I think you’re very pretty!”

Cashier: “What a nice boy! Here: have a cookie! Have two!”

Son: “Thank you! I love you!”

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Puppies Prove So Adorable That Even Those Allergic Cannot Stay Away

, , , , | Related | November 15, 2018

(I am working in the jewelry section. A mother and her four-year-old daughter come looking for earrings for the daughter. I show them where the children’s earrings are.)

Mom: “So, which earrings do you like?”

Daughter: “I like those.” *points to a silver pair of puppy earrings*

Mom: “I’m sorry, hunny, but you can’t have those. You’re allergic to silver.”

Daughter: “But Mom, I’m not allergic to puppies!”

(The mom and I laughed. The daughter ended up buying a gold pair of star earrings.)

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Not Happy With The Vitaminimum

, , , , | Related | October 12, 2018

(We give my two-year-old daughter a daily multivitamin, which looks and tastes like a normal jelly sweet/gummy candy. We tell her that they help keep her healthy; we are also trying to teach her about germs and covering her mouth when she coughs. It’s normal for her to try and finagle a second or third vitamin out of us, especially if she sees us take any.)

Daughter: “Teeth sore. Need a vitamin!”

(Another occasion…)

Me: “[Daughter], stay out of the kitchen, please!”

Daughter: “I need something!”

Me: “What do you need?”

Daughter: “Um… a vitamin!”

(On another occasion, she bumps her head quite hard and my husband is comforting her.)

Husband: “What will make it better?”

(Expected answers: cold pack or kiss.)

Daughter: “A vitamin!”

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Time To Return To The Fold

, , , , | Right | October 11, 2018

(I work at a popular clothing store, and my job is to fold and hang anything customers mess up or pull off hangers. A middle-aged woman and her young daughter — about six or seven years old — come over next to me while I am folding a pile of t-shirts. I have just finished folding the shirts when, without saying a word, she picks a shirt from the pile, holds it in the air, crumples it, and throws it back down, and then continues doing that with the rest of the shirts.)

Me: “Ma’am, please don’t do that; I have just folded those. If you tell me what size you are looking for I would be glad to help.”

(She keeps unfolding each and every shirt until she has unfolded all of them, and then starts browsing all the other clothes. After she has moved, I start to refold the pile all over again.)

Daughter: “I can help you fold these again; I am sorry about my mommy.”

Me: “It’s okay, sweetie. You don’t have to. Thank you.”

(Her daughter starts folding the shirts, anyway, and folds a few so perfectly and cleanly.)

Daughter: “It’s okay. Mommy makes me fold my clothes all the time.”

(She made my day. Thank you, little girl, for restoring my faith in humanity!)

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