Today is the day that will change everything in my life. It will be the day when I actually, for the first time, burst into tears of joy. Today is the day when my beloved teacher Mr. Davies told me that he would train me in that fantastic art of ballet.
Mr. Davies is a short, jolly gent from England. He is 82-years old and his life has been led a dancer's life.
I started taking ballet from Mr. Davies two years ago, and I must confess, that I was extremely nervous to take from this ballet legend.
I had it in my naive little head that this man, who although much past his prime, could lift his leg higher than 90-degrees, would be mean, tough. I thought he would be that kind of teacher who thinks "he's all that" because of his elite dancer background which includes training at the Royal Ballet and heading up ballet instituitions in South Africa and Iran.
I could slap myself in the face today for having that mindset because that man has become the most inspiring teacher and dearest friend to me. I fell in love with him the moment he made some friendly comment about my red, curly hair at my first class with him.
At that moment, he and I were connected. It was divine, I'm sure. I've become the number one advocate of believing that God puts two people into each other's life to teach one another.
I have learned so much from Mr. Davies in more than just ballet. I'm not quite sure what he's learned from me, but there has and always will be something unbelievably special about the relationship I have with my ballet teacher.
His dear, tender English-accented voice will always comfort me.
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| Tamara Rojo playing Isadora Duncan-Reminds me of myself because of the red hair |
I keep grabbing my heart. It is so filled with happiness that it feels as if it might pop right out of my chest...this must be passion!
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