September 4, 2012
I came out of Church one Sunday morning and thee is front of the Plaza, sitting on a bench, was a young woman, sobbing her heart out. I sat down beside her and asked what was wrong, what could I do for her. She explained, through her tears, that their fourth child, a little girl, had been born deaf and mute. They had to send her away to a school to help her with this disability. In one month she would be 7 years old and was coming home. The mother cried because she and her family couldn't talk to her nor she with them. How could they wish her happy birthday?