My friend Mary often says, "Life can turn on a dime." I agree. Things can change quickly, in any direction.
But the dime itself, how often do you think about it?
At my tennis lesson today, Tom had me practice my serves. Which I needed lots of work on — they were terrible on Saturday. ("What's with the Zembinski arm?" my friends asked. "Really?" Dianne said after I double-faulted for the zillionth time. The serves were not good.)
So Tom walked away and came back with...
A dime.
He put it under the tip of my ring finger while I held my racquet. My fingers had been flying off the grip when I served.
Not anymore! My serve has turned on a dime. (And with a dime.)
Sure, I could bend my legs more and swing harder and control the toss better. But hanging on to the racquet is a good start.
Thanks, Tom!
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Oh--I loved that! First, it is simply a great expression, "turning on a dime". Second, what a clever teacher you have! That was really inventive. Third, OUR tennis teacher used to finish all of our lessons by giving us each a dime for the Coke machine back at the tennis shop. That was great motivation for attending lessons when I was a kid!
Love your writing! xox jean
Jean, thank you! He is really inventive (and observant). But, a Coke after every lesson? Now that sounds fun!
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