We really never know what's going on with people that we encounter.
Yesterday, before teaching Tai Chi one of the women in my class made a really snarky remark to me. "You're such a martyr, you carry at least 8 pounds of Tai Chi Balls to class twice a week." I was pretty astounded. No one's called me a martyr, before. I usually get called nice or bitch, from one extreme to the other, both deserved, sometimes.
Here's the back-story. I've volunteered to teach Tai Chi, twice a week, for over 10 years. I do it because I enjoy it, and it's the right thing to do. I arrive early to make sure everything is ready. I carry into class two book bags, one with my Tai Chi and QiGong notebooks and other papers and one with four Tai Chi Balls, one 3 lb, one 2 lb, and two 1 lb. I use a 2 or 3 lb, ball during the warm up part of the class, and carry the two 1 lb balls in case some one new comes to class or a member needs to borrow one. It's not a big deal to carry 7 lbs. into class twice a week. It's another "right thing" to do.
The person who made the snarky remark, Mrs. L, is the only class member, out of 25, I wish wouldn't show up for class. She's consistently rude and bossy. She kind of throws her body around, instead of trying to follow along. And she farts during the whole hour of Tai Chi & QiGong.
Instead of coming down to her level, I just smiled and told her that it was really no big deal. I really wanted to bite her head off, and stomp on her, but I didn't, I did the "right thing", again.
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