While working in Springfield, one of my coworkers told me this little story.
I met my wife in middle-school, at the time she was very quiet and sat in the back of the room. Not knowing how else to approach her, I learned sign language. I learned enough to start with. So one day after class I went up to her in the hall and signed hello, how are you? She looked me straight in the eyes and spoke with the most beautiful voice I had heard. She said she was fine and told me her name. Then went on to say that she could understand sign language as well as teach it, and that yes, since she is quiet all the time, people do tend to think I can't speak, that is not true as you can tell.
Talk about being embarrassed. However She did thank me for taking the time to learn sign language. I told her that I just started learning it, and she offered to teach me more. After awhile we I got so good at it, her and I would sign to each other from across the hall or classroom, setting up dates or exchanging information.
Well Tony you know how that story ended. So I won't bore you with the details. I told him it was a lovely story.
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