later, she approached Lora who sits next to me and is fluent in Spanish. Our office manager said, "The woman on the phone wants to speak to one of our PA's, but she has a Spanish accent and I can't understand her name. Can you talk to her and get her name?" This is how their exchange went:
Lora: Hola! Mi nombre es Lora.
Turns out she was German!
We laughed and laughed! She did have a very thick accent and Lora had to ask her to spell her name
and get her birth date before she finally understood who she was. But through it all, Lora was kind and never acted impatient.
Because we have a large Air Force Base here, we have a lot of internationals...thus our nickname...The International City. Every Tuesday morning during the school year, English (as a second language) is taught at one of our local churches. I taught there for two years and had some of the sweetest students. They were the wives of airmen. One was Korean and the other two were from the Philippines. They were diligent in their studies and so grateful for the help. It was a blessing to spend that time with them. It would be interesting to know where they are today and how well they can speak English.
On thing is for sure...whether we are German, Hispanic, French, Canadian or American, we can all speak the language of love. Whether it is being patient with someone you cannot understand on the phone or taking the time to teach someone, caring for others is always a good thing!