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My Brush with Greatness
 
My mother taught at Mercer University. 
One day, she insisted that my brother, sister-in-law, and I come by because there was a special guest
at the University.  An open air stage had been set up, and Wernher von Braun addressed those gathered. 

He ended his talk, left the stage, and pretty much made a beeline for the nearest building.  Since that building
was the School of Education where my mother's office was, she herded us all into the building, dashed down
the hall, and grabbed von Braun's sleeve just as he was about to open a door.  She turned toward us and
beckoned us to come on and meet von Braun.  Only we all saw what Momma didn't see--the poor man was
practically hopping from one foot to the other--he was desperately trying to enter the men's room!

But there was no denying my mother on a mission.  We gave up protesting, dashed down the hall,
and shook hands with the poor man so Momma would let go of him and he could go to the bathroom.

Now, one person who heard this story questioned my mother's sanity and/or intelligence, but Momma
was a wonderful, highly intelligent person.  She just sometimes got so focused that she lost sight of a few details. 
And thanks to her determination, I met von Braun!
    Linda  >^..^<

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