I'm not a good teacher. I'm not gifted in
that area. I get frustrated and lose patience.
But, something happens when I'm asked to
teach something I love - suddenly, I've got the
patience of a saint.
My neighbor, Kyle, was over a few weeks
ago and saw some of my wood
carvings. To my surprise, he asked
if I could teach him how.
For 2 hours he whittled away.
He chose to carve a knife.
I would have preferred a snowman
or maybe something for Halloween.
I sometimes forget the way boys think!
Once finished, he sanded it and
finished it off with paint.
And he was so proud of himself!
But I think I was even
prouder of him!