My first moment of realization that I couldn't hear as well as others occurred in primary when I was around six years old. The girls in my class were whispering to each other, sharing wonderful and exciting secrets. They turned to me to share, their mouths opened, nothing came out. Silence. They looked at me. Somewhere in their 6 year old heads, it registered I was a person who did not get it. They never tried again.
One of the things I'm looking forward to in the resurrection-- to hear whispers.
1 comment:
That makes me sad, yet hopeful that your hearing will be restored with every strand of hair on your head! Make me think of our children and can't help but wonder if they will go through the same thing.
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