Through the eyes of the deaf by Yenesis Weis

I get up every morning and ask God: When will I be able to hear the beautiful music you've blessed us with? When will I be able to hear the beautiful sounds of nature? When will I be able to hear the sound of laughter in joyous times or will I stand alone not hearing a tone? When will I be understood? Will I stand in misery all my life not hearing a sound while others are amused? Through out the day, I realize being deaf is part of who I am and part that makes me strong day by day. I also realize I am not alone for God is always with me and I hope that through his grace, I will bless many