I suffer from hearing loss, the biggest challenge I’ve ever had.
To say it’s changed my life puts it mildly. Even on Sunday when I longed to go to church to see the lilies bursting on the altar and hear the French horns I didn’t because it sounds like nails across a blackboard, and not average nails either…Kim Kardashian nails, or a cheetah’s.
I’ve handled this admirably, accepting it, knowing things could be worse. Every time I fall into poor me mode, I’ll see a kid in a wheelchair or an adult who can’t see.
I was working with someone I’ve known forever. He hails himself a Christian, but might be one of the meanest men ever to cross my path, but who knew until my hearing went south something he can’t seem to tolerate. There’s clearly a screw missing I so wish he’d locate so he doesn’t hurt me or anyone else again, since it wasn’t the first time.
The last incident upset me so much, I walked in bitter cold to a subway stop a mile away so no one would see me cry.
This time he made fun of me in front of others as if hearing loss is something to laugh at.
It’s not, nor is it contagious. Compassion from another especially a peer is not something out of the question to expect or look for, and you have to wonder how someone can be so heartless.
We all have mountains to climb, especially this fellow who also has health issues involving his legs. Ever since confiding in me a few years ago, I’ll always offer him my seat knowing it pains him to stand.
That’s the part I’ll never understand.
I will continue to give him my seat and hope he finds that lost screw soon. If not, he should without further ado, turn in his bible.