At our parish Christmas party at Mother of God parish I went from table to table visiting,
welcoming and getting to know some people that I did not know. I
hesitated at one particular table, the table were the deaf community of our
parish was sitting.
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Why was I hesitant to go
to their table and welcome them, wish them a Merry Christmas and get to know
them?
I couldn't speak their
language! How could I express the season's greetings without acting
stupid?
Thankfully, I did
go. By clumsy signs I let them know that I didn't know how to speak with
them. Several of them understood my "signs" and read my
lips. On the spot, with warm smiles, they taught me how to say,
"Merry Christmas" in sign.
That was the most
wonderful moment of the whole evening. I still am moved when I recall
their delight trying to share their language with me. I was the one who
had hesitated. They reached out and took me in.
I still do not know sign
language but, I have grown in human language.
Sr. Kathleen Ryan, OSB
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