God’s Precious Audio

Pondering on and on

It was early in my hard of hearing adventure. I was still reeling from being suddenly stricken. I was queasy and despondent, trudging each day with ever fading hope that my hearing would somehow miraculously return. The doctors already assured me that it would not.

Holding on to false hope when you know it is false is a terrible place to be.

But I kept waiting.  Holding on to false hope when you know it is false is a terrible place to be.  I was physically whipped, having suffered multiple bouts of vertigo that rendered me ever off balance and, it seemed, perpetually nauseous from the spins. So strange. Motion sickness without the motion.  Ugh. I felt so sick. So defeated. Read more


You Speak So Well!

Hard to Hear Compliments

Whenever I meet someone new face-to-face, the introduction inherently requires a preemptive mention that I am profoundly hard of hearing. The goal is to put the person at ease and offer reassurance that the conversation between us will optimally flow just fine.

Inevitably, my newfound fellow observes with genuine goodwill how impressed he is: “Deaf, really?” he marvels. “You would never know it.”  And then, as if my ability to convey intelligible information were a huge surprise, he exclaims, “You speak so well!”

Of course, my new acquaintance and infinite hearing-others mean it as a compliment.  But in my shoes, excuse the pun; it’s hard to hear it that way. Read more


Listening from the Heart

Sarah’s Speech

It is is June, 2010. The scene is an all-student assembly where faculty and proud parents join for a wonderful year-end elementary school tradition called “The Moving Up Ceremony.” Having now completed 6th grade, my then twelve-year-old daughter was chosen for the high honor of giving her class’s year-end speech. Sarah’s purpose: To share her veteran 6th-grade wisdom with underclassmen who would soon be “moving up.” Read more


Tragic Death Reminds Perseverance

“We grow when our life sucks.”

Believe it or not, that was the headliner on a recent post in Psychology Today. Sure, it’s not exactly clinical terminology, but profoundly accurate nevertheless. When we are satisfied we don’t move. But when life sucks, we do.

Yet pain, in itself, does not necessarily evoke positive motion. Sometimes personal crisis paralyzes people. Others wallow in the pity of hard times. Still many more deny misfortune as unhappiness simmers. Then there are those who allow difficulty to change them, but not for the better.  Pain moves them all right, but in the wrong direction. Each tough challenge chips away at their tired spirit.

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