Learning From the Speechless

I went to the dentist a few weeks back.  In the waiting room was a framed little sign that read something like this:

Blessed are those who converse with the helplessly mute,

for they will be called dentists.

I smiled because I relate.  I've been serving in a chaplaincy role at a VA Medical Center in Salt Lake City.  In the course of my ministry there, I often meet people who have been intubated and cannot speak.  Often they also cannot write, due to immobility or weakness or tremors.  It creates unique challenges, calling for lots of patience and creativity on all sides.

And you know something?  I am indeed blessed in the process.  I am becoming more empathetic; learning to listen better, and to "listen" even when people cannot speak; realizing how many of my words are useless and focusing more on the ones that matter.  I am so very grateful for the many patients who have been teaching me.

-- Debi