A couple weeks ago I signed up for a Spanish on-line class being offered by my diocese. I have young “espanic” speaking inmates who attend the Catholic service I support at the Burruss Correctional Training Center (- state prison).
Started the on-line class last week and realized I didn’t know where I had put my ear phones with mic when I bought this pc.
Class is recorded so as I tried to listen while I searched the God lord had me look in the right place.
I was reminded my dad’s parents where immigrants as children through Ellis Island. My dad told me when he was a boy and the immigrant children in his neighborhood mostly refused to speak their parents native tongue because they were now American’s.
Years later, my dad told me he regretted that decision because he lost the ability to speak the language of his parents.
So if you know someone young or old do not be afraid to tell them it is not un-American to be fluently bi-lingual. A human being is capable of cherishing both.
And if your English only tolerant – ease up a little.
A secret key lies hidden in desire to reach the heart of the listener where the door of hope is found for every human!
Sometimes one must grow old to begin to understand the fullness of the language of life, hope and love!