As I mentioned in an earlier post, Doug is our newest coworker. I learned this week that he married a foreigner. I figured it out when I answered the phone and had a difficult time understanding her. Living in the South – although cultivating me on new food, phrases, and "slow talkers" - has not allowed me much interaction with other cultures or accents especially outside the country. After Doug got off the phone, he informed me she is Scottish.
Later in the afternoon, I was trying to explain her background to Jordan and Mark. I attempted by saying, “She is from Scotland, so she isn’t a Native American…ummm, and neither am I for that matter.”
I meant to say a native of America.
One word in the middle of a two.
One word would have made all the difference.
One vs Two.
Single vs Married.
The next time anyone gives me grief about being single, I’ll have to point out just how important One is.
And that makes all the difference...somehow.