“He’s actually really small….I use him like a crutch.” ~ Bella
I’ll give fair warning – yes this post is eventually going to lead to another opinion about the recent mayhem of reactions to terrorist attacks in Europe and Africa and the Middle East…but not until the end.
first – please watch this video – I don’t think it is more than one and half minutes. If it doesn’t make you gloriously happy and astounded with hope, I’d so appreciate knowing why. I don’t mean to judge, I want to know! Actually, with the career that I’m wanting to develop – I need to know. I need to know why stories like this make some people sad or afraid.
Ok – do it, please. Watch this one:
Bella and George
Did you hear her say:
“He’s actually really small…..I use him like a crutch” ?
I grew up with a great dane – they are not small! They are nothing less than ginormous.
My goodness – this story – this family, this mobility access project – it’s a beacon.
This success story is proof that the world has not yet totally gone to hell in a handbasket.
If we take care of ourselves – we get to choose who and what is
going to limit our perspective
about who and what is the…
can’t find another word, who and what is the enemy.
But, come on America! I’m fed up – stop rolling over to and hiding behind your shallow and selfish and vain points of view.
Stop the cover up – take your hands away from your mouth so we can see you and hear you, and for God’s sake – stop interrupting each other. Insane. It’s insane these days.
Take care of yourself – and no, I’m not referring to Botox and man scaping – I’m referring to morals and ethics and decency and intelligence.
I read an article just now that echoed exactly what upset me so much in the past week. I was upset so much that I considered quitting everything that I’ve worked so hard for the past three years. I went into the week – even after having had a most wonderful, fun, and relaxing weekend away with a dear friend, I went into my classes feeling…yet again – ready to just quit.
I’m registered to at last start the really meaty classes in the American Sign Language – English Interpreting degree that I am seeking. By the time the crocus bust through the now frozen ground – my brain will once again be playing the language two step. I’ll be learning to hear my first language, put it through a quick spin cycle in my head, and according to my instructors hopeful words, my hands will learn to respond with a visual representation of what was said in English.
However, a few days ago I asked myself: why bother?
“You are gradually losing your hearing – this makes absolutely no sense. Hearing aid or no hearing aid – this makes no sense. If you can’t hear it, you can’t interpret it.”
The doubts passed though – and it’s all going to be fine. I don’t have to know for sure where all of this is taking me – I’ll graduate from the program and I trust my gut that the purpose of these efforts is to pull together work experience and education from the past.
It’s okay that I’ll be in my 50’s by the time I graduate. Lucky am I.
And, the saying I hear often among interpreters is not “if you can’t hear it, you can’t interpret it.”
The saying is “If you can’t understand it, you can’t interpret it.”
And, going back to Bella and George – understanding is a very complicated thing. That little girl is full of depth and I’m going to be careful to not give up my freedom to perceive the world as safe.
Here’s another link to learn more about the accessibility program that connected Bella and George:
http://servicedogproject.org/ – check out their donation project – it involves chicken poop.
And here’s the article that I loved this morning:
So – that’s it. No more avoiding the weekend full of homework ahead. And yes, it snowed in Iowa last night. A big, whole lot.
Be well – Kate.