Cinco is five (5) in Spanish. Cinco de Mayo is not Mexico’s Independence Day. As I read on Wikipedia it’s a day to commemorate the “unlikely victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1982.”
This day is celebrated in the United States and in Mexico. I want to celebrate by introducing you to one of my latest “fans.” That doesn’t sound very humble, does it? How can I explain it? She loves my teaching materials and she’s been writing me long emails and sending pictures.
This is Pilar with her beautiful children. If she’s my “fan” I’m hers. She teaches preschool children in Sunday school. I guess I like her so much because she reminds me of myself. She’s got all these ideas she implements in her class and then she sends them to me. I have a special file for them so I can later incorporate them with the lessons.
The pictures are from when they studied lessons on Daniel. Cristina made nice certificates for them. By the way, if you’re a teacher and would like to have certificates for your kids when you finish a series of lesson, we can make them for you. We would send you a jpg or a pdf and then you could print them. Here’s the sample of a certificate. Just send me the information in a comment. We’d be happy to do it. For free!
I’m busy, “busy as a bee”! That was just explained in one of the lessons I’m translating. Every quarter I translate lessons for orphans and children at risk, and they are primarily for Mexico. How awesome is that?!
I better get on with my lessons because they have to be turned in next week. Have I mentioned how blessed I am to have that job? I pass on my earnings to my artists Absalom and Cristina. Praise God this provision!
Do you know that in Mexico they eat what we step on? That was the first time I heard about “tacos.” Dad was visiting Mexico and sent us that information on a postcard. We were living in Peru and had never heard about tacos. That’s not a food they eat in Peru. I guess they do now, but not back then, 50 years ago. Taco means “heel.” That’s my little contribution for tuning a frown into a smile. But you’re not frowning, are you? I can “see” the smile on your face. Pass it on!