Dear Dairy, Sunday, May 20. Short and sweet tonight. I wanna exercise beyond doing push-up and ab crunches, but it’s almost impossible to go on my pre-dawn morning meditative walks. I go out, take a few deep breaths and whatever is hanging in the polluted air makes my throat scratchy and my lungs think feline claws are tearing at its alveoli. So, in you, diary, I guess I finally figured out another way to nurture myself. As a sidebar, each day we all need to nourish our spirit, to feel intellectually rested, emotionally refreshed, spiritually renewed, and physically relaxed. I guess you’re my newly discovered China reenergizing and balancing quiet time. I’ll hit the pre-dawn streets when I get back to the States. Doubt if I keep up the talking with you.
Anyway, I was asked today in a store and about something I always get asked here or back home, “What do you do?” Wouldn’t it be neat if people asked each other instead, “What do you offer?” Now, that’s a question which might make someone stop, think, and reflect. I think my answer to that question would be that of the servant teacher. “I offer unconditional hope, love, faith, support, encouragement, and the desire to make a difference in each student’s life.” That would be so much more interesting and meaningful, as well as cause the questioner to pause, than just saying a bland, “I’m a history professor .”