Tuesday, April 19, 2005

I saw her hands were full, and I wanted to lighten the load for her, so I offered my hands. She said she was ok, so I started moving chairs back into place and picking up trash from the party. She knew I didn't know sign language, so when she needed me she came over, looked at me and struggled to form a word,

"Help..."

I was disarmed: she will never hear how beautiful her voice sounds.

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