My dad lost his driver’s license a couple days ago. He figured he just left it in one of the schools that he travels to for work, but then he got it back in the mail. Included in the envelope was a small Bible tract and flyer for a church. It was in Spanish, and the woman who mailed it had written her name and phone number at the top.
My mom asked my dad to call and thank her. I asked why my mom didn’t call since she can speak Spanish and he can’t. He said, “That’s what I said, but she said I have to try myself first.” I smiled at that. “We’re just an old married couple, Kat,” and then he complied with my mother’s wishes.
When the phone was answered my dad asked to speak to the woman who did the mailing. When no one on the other end could understand him, he got out a feeble, “habla ingles?” and then handed the phone to my mom, who went on to have at least a five minute animated conversation with the woman. My dad, from across the room, shook his head. He said, “I would have just said thank you and goodbye!”
I take after my dad on this one, but that’s not to say that sometimes I don’t wish I was more like my mom. She’s the friendliest person I’ve ever met in my life!
