On my way to catch transit this afternoon, I met a woman looking for an English class.

She was black, and bundled in a green jacket with faux fur fringe. She told me she was looking for the English at First school. I asked her what else she knew about the school. She gave me the paper with some information on it.

I suggested that we call the number on it, but that was for a different program. She also showed me a business card from a language assessor at a local sevice organization. I called that person, Tracy.

I said, “Uh . . . hi. My name is Ryan and I am trying to help a women here, find here ‘English at First’ class.”

Tracy told me that it was at a nearby church. So, I took SIgi (that’s the woman’s name) to the church.

I asked Sigi where she was from, “Ethiopia.”

I didn’t understand at first, but she repeated it and added “in Africa.”

I said “Oh” and added “It used to be called Abyssinia,” I didn’t know what else to say nor did I want to seem ignorant of Ethiopia.

We got to the church and found the right room. She was relieved to get there and shook my hand.

I had to get to work. Good thing I left the house early.

I met her near the same corner where Audrey and Don were lost a few weeks ago. I’m going to start calling it “lost corner.”