It has been sixty-five year since I was a student at Collins Track Elementary School. At that time, my teacher was Miss Broom who was a tall and severe looking teacher. She also possessed a very formidable appearance due to her facial expression. She used a great deal of eyebrow liner on her eyebrows. When someone in class displeased her, she had the ability to raise her eyebrow into an inverted V. To a third grader, her persona took on a most foreboding countenance.
There I was dreading the next day in class. I had to make my show and tell presentation. I was scared. I told my mother about my anxiety. However, she dismissed my terror. Then she added that I was "just having butterflies." Then to take my mind off my presentation the next day, she told me to go out and play.
I went outside but didn't play. I went straight over to Mr. Lee's home to talk with him about my dreading about tomorrow. Mr. Lee was in his front yard weeding his flowerbeds when I arrived with my bundle of butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. I talked to him about what I dreaded the next day. Patiently, he listened to me as I blurted out my anxiety as I sat there like a student sitting in front of a Buddhist instructor.
Mr. Lee then shared with me his feelings of trepidation when he was a little boy in China. He told me about how he'd go to a Buddhist monk to cope with his butterflies. The monk would say, "When butterflies fly inside of you, force them to fly in formation." Mr. Lee didn't say how he responded to the monk's advice, but I didn't understand what the monk had told him. However, confusion was written in boldface all over my worried face. Consequently, he began to explain the meaning of the monk's pronouncement about how to have the butterflies fly in formation rather than merely fluttering around inside my stomach.
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