I am by personal disposition a middle of the pack student.  It is rare for me to be first in class, and, until yesterday, never last.

But there I was in an introductory class of American Sign Language hopelessly out of my depth and receiving hand written missives from my deaf instructress telling me that no one will know what I was trying to communicate.

Some time ago I was approached by the deaf community to celebrate Sunday Mass with them regularly. They promised they would translate into American Sign Language my prayers and what I said in my homily. All I had to do, in other words, was to show up.

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