From left field

Why from left field? Well that's how it feels when someone gives you a compliment that you neither solicited or expected.

While walking through the hallway, "the scholar" asked; "are you ever going to become a principal?" Such a question from your parents or best friend isn't out of the ordinary. From a colleague whom you speak to on a passing basis, now that's from left field.

I am still touched that someone sees something in me that I may not see in myself. What interactions shaped "the scholars" perception? Was is something I did or didn't do? Or, are things so bad that my relative effectiveness makes me the cream that rises?

"The scholar" is too smart and intuitive for such simple analysis. I really value that opinion and place it in my emotional and professional bank account for later withdrawal. Should I ever need to pick myself up or reassure myself, I can reflect on that very moment. In our internet laden and social networking society, where few people have time for face-to-face conversations, it's a blessing to hear such kind and perceptive words. My Thanksgiving came early.

"Scholar", you'll never truly know how those few but power words lifted me and inspired me. My father was the assistant chief of education in Jamaica and it seems no matter how I try to deny my destiny, fate and God's will, will never allow me to settle. Powerful are the words that are sincere and hold no motives.

Thank you.