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As a volunteer at a hospital’s pediatric emergency room, I read books to children and gave some books away to the younger children as a part of a program. I basically had the responsibility to enter the rooms on my own when doctors and nurses were not perfoming their duties. One evening, I came into a room to give a boy a book. Two men were in the room as well, one I assume was the boy’s father. Each of them were deaf. Thankfully I took an American Sign Language course in high school, although the importance of those lessons didn’t sink in until now. I probably looked completely shocked while I shaped my hand and arms to ask “he want b-o-o-k?” I knew the sign for want, but not book so I spelled that out. The guy gave me a thumbs up. I hope that meant good job, or at the very least ok he can have a book. Unfortunately I didn’t have the same success when confronted with Spanish. I would advise anyone working in a hospital to learn as much about communication as possible.

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The Language of the whispering wind lends me a handful of beautiful words;

borrowed and borrowed, I am indebted to the air that has sewn together my poetry.

But is it just to rely on the coming storm to make my emotions flow onto paper?

Without the hurricane my thoughts are limited,

and the stanzas from my mind are dull.

The eye of my poems do not lie within the eye of the hurricane.

I find my perfect outlet in the calamitous wall,

where the wind whispers louder than the shouts of my strongest thoughts.

-By Benjamin Collins