I love the band Snow Patrol. It is one of the things that you will have to deal with if we become friends. I will play their songs. I will quote their songs. If you don’t like them, you can still be my friend, but be aware that I will never stop trying to make you understand the wonder that is Snow Patrol.
After seven years, they finally have a new album and a tour that included Nashville. I called my English department (and concert) buddy Michele, and we agreed to get tickets first thing. It’s important to know that the tickets went on sale last semester for the concert in April.
And that’s when the trouble started. Michele has taught Thursday nights for the last several semesters. But as luck would have it, this semester, her class was on a Tuesday night. And the concert was not just on any Tuesday night, it was the Tuesday night before final exams. The class just couldn’t be canceled. And everyone in the English department who had the skill to be a good substitute was buried under end-of-semester papers and projects. Michele decided she couldn’t go.
I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. I even considered selling the tickets.
But then our friend Laura came into Michele’s office. “I’m taking your class that night. You’re going to the concert.”
That is nice enough on its own. But Laura is also an English professor who has a million papers to grade the week before finals. She’s also the mother of a toddler, so giving up a night of cuddles to teach a group of freshman comp students is a pretty big thing. And no one asked her. She could have totally ignored our plight. But that’s not who Laura is.
So I saw Snow Patrol and enjoyed every minute of it. I bought Laura’s daughter a Ryman t-shirt. (Snow Patrol apparently doesn’t have toddler ts. Something to think about, lads.)
But as much as I loved the concert, it wasn’t the best part of the week. It was gratitude to know someone as nice as Laura. And now I’m on a mission of my own: to be an everyday hero to someone else.