On Education: An enriching convo with Lady M
I met her through a friend who introduced us so I can help her tell her story. When I met her, Lady M was approaching seventy, and listening to her preparing for her highschool alumni homecoming was like listening to a spirited seventeen-year-old who is preparing for her debut. So, I was thinking, she is really ready for this. I was wrong. So she will be named as Lady M in this story to protect her family from unwelcome questions given the fact that the generation after her is all well-off because Lady M survived poverty single-handedly. Lady M, wearing her corn-colored brimmed hat and hugging her albummed photographs she entitled, The Journey of my Life, can easily be spotted as one of the senior citizens of the world waiting for her time to be heard because the succeeding generations are busy surviving their own poverty of any sort. Surprisingly, because I took time to listen to her, I was enriched. She grew up as a seventh child in a family of eight ...