Mrs. Osum again on my mind
So, pinanindigan ko ang pagtatahi. This morning I sat beside Kigao, he, gumagawa ng tao, while I stitch and mend and got my finger pricked (just once! O, ha!) I finished most of the adjustments in the uniforms and I enjoyed my triumph over my third cup of coffee, admired my basic stitching and the humungous victory of getting something I don't do, actually done. Give me something to write any time. Give me a topic and shove me into a training anytime. Set me a meeting with FAs and aid groups, and embassies. But this, this is an actual triumph. And I never could have done it without Mrs. Osum or all the other HE teachers I had. No matter if it took some 20 years for me to realize I actually have fingers that work! I really would not have been able to do what I did this morning without HE. Honest. I wouldn't know how. I raised my coffee and sipped my thanks to my HE teachers. As a flash of inspiration, I thought of getting those small sewing machines for small sewing needs. I like machines, or gadgets as my daughters call them. But it runs the risk of gathering dust in the stockroom. 95% probability.
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