A couple of months ago I noticed a new woman in my Zumba class at the gym. Typically, I am concentrating on remembering the dance moves more than noticing who surrounds me in class. I love that Zumba class but I am not the best dancer. However, the reason that I noticed this older woman was because she was really bad. She couldn’t get the steps right. She was always on the wrong side. She was continuously a few counts late. This would not have gotten my attention except she was right behind me. Instead of concentrating on my workout, I found myself trying not to bump into her.
Last week, there was a day that I arrived to class a bit early than usual and there she was, right behind the spot that I am always in. I glanced around and decided to try out a new place, just a few spots over from where I usually am. Just as I was talking myself into the comfort of my “new spot,” I saw the woman look my way and begin to walk over. She stopped in front of me and said with a thick accent, “Oh no, you go there” and she pointed to where I usually stand. “You see, I watch your feet to help me. You know all the dances so I watch you.”
Suddenly, I felt very ashamed. All this time, I was trying my hardest to get away from her and she was purposely standing behind me. I was helping her without even knowing. I smiled and moved over to my regular spot.