What's Your Super Power?

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This husband and I…

Zip-a-dee-do-dahed to the rodeo…the San Antonio Rodeo…not far from the hotel…a jaunt up Houston Street…parked in the easy to find lot…

About a mile from the entrance…in fact new-to-the-rodeo us couldn’t even find the entrance…had to stop and ask someone how to buy tickets…where to go in…

And were shocked to find there was a special event…ticket prices only three dollars because, get this…it was school field trip day…

What are the odds?…pretty good apparently…

Quite an undertaking taking buses of kids to the rodeo…this group not quite as synchronized as the zoo group…color coded but more like herding cats…an old gal glad to be an observer…a distant observer…

Walked the grounds…got the feel of the rodeo, the lay of the land…browsed for hours, two old folks getting tired…couldn’t find the exit, just like we couldn’t find the entrance…finally came upon some turnstiles…

Which people couldn’t use because the turnstiles wouldn’t turn…because field trip kids in most likely third grade were climbing them like monkey bars…exhausted chaperones leaning against a wall feet away…

And that’s when it happened…like Superman going into that phone booth…the change…the transformation…something clicks and an old gal turns into…duh duh duh…teacher me…

“Friends,” came the words, “ these are not for climbing. People are trying to get through. Please get down and back up…”

Which they all did…except one…who hung there giving the defiant eye-stare, until she heard the word: ‘Now’…

And so it is in…in life…don’t we all have a superpower?…a well-earned, well-honed superpower developed from years in the field…whatever field that may be…

The skill to conquer tech, create amazing baked goods, make the best bed in the world using those things called hospital corners…

Or, when push comes to shove…come out of retirement and do what teachers do best…swoop in and save the day with nothing more than a look and that magic thing we call…The Teacher Voice…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…