“I don’t know what it’s like to be deaf, but I do know what it’s like when something is important to a person,” a new friend wrote. “I have a question for you, if God or man came up with a solution to restore your hearing, and in exchange you had to give up barefooting, which would you take? I’d bet the farm that you’d take the deal.”
To this new friend’s surprise, I’d take the barefooting over restored hearing.
You see, I’ve been deaf so many years now it is just a part of me. I’ve long moved past the stage of grief and into living. That doesn’t mean I still go through periods of time when I get down about the communication difficulties and wish for hearing. I had a lot of moments like that yesterday when I struggled to understand the conversations flowing around me at the barefoot tournament. But to give up a passion? No can do. Now if I could have both, that’d be a different story…
This week’s guest post over at Lipreading Mom explores the topic of why going deaf became a blessing for me:
Why Going Deaf Was a Blessing for Me
Special thanks to Shanna Groves for sharing my story.
How about you– would you give up your passion if it meant being able to hear?