Tie Dye Teaching (May 2020)

I was teaching in Naples, Florida, at a place where residents live on their own and graduate as their health shifts. A wonderful 89-year-old gentleman in great shape and his female friend in her early 90s came to class weekly and loved T’ai Chi Chih. 

One day, at a nearby fruit stand for the best freshly squeezed orange juice ever, I heard my name called. It was my student with a young man he introduced as his grandson. He then introduces me: “This is Deb, my Tie Dye teacher.” I tried not to burst out laughing as he was very serious. The grandson looked quizzical and could see that his grandfather thought that was pretty cool, so there was no way to correct him. I shared that I loved having his grandfather in class, and we went on our separate ways. With that level of enthusiasm my student could have called it anything, as TCC supported him in all ways.