Published: Thursday, March 7, 2013 at 02:47 PM.

She often gets mixed up and thinks that I am teaching young children.  The students I am teaching are understanding and enjoy hearing her talk.

The first time my students hear her, I can see the look in their faces and what they are asking – “Your godmother is an African-American living in Gary, Indiana?”

Why not?

Like a lot of older folks, Phyllis sometimes repeats herself and her stories.  I don’t mind.  I consider it a blessing.  I don’t even mind when she starts in on her preaching, because in all honesty it is impressive what she knows.  Phyllis always tells me that a lot of her relatives don’t like her calling because she is preaching and talking about the Bible all the time.

After telling everyone hello and calling them sweetie pies, Phyllis told me she would call back later in the afternoon.  She knows what time I drive home and how long my commute is.  Phyllis probably has it either written down or marked on the clock.

Again, that is just fine by me.

Later in the afternoon on my commute home, my phone rang and the big fancy “P” showed up on the screen of my cell phone.  It was Phyllis.  I put it on the hands-free speaker thing and let her roll.  In other words, sometimes I just listen.  The value of “just listening” is something that should never be underestimated.

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