Walking in some ones shoes

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Twil soon be that time.....

For today:

A lot of jokes have been made about the above statement.

(They are sure gonna be mad when they miss their shoes! Etc)

I stole this graphic from Grandson Ben's FB. Like many people of strong will and character, this guy IS the example of strength in adversities. 

This entry is not related to the graphic above, except being invited to share experiences to really understand their life.

Couples where one is hearing impaired find to keep peace, BOTH must learn some tolerance.  

Hearing aids do a great job for those who are ‘hearing challenged.’ There are problems with them most folks do not know.

..If your hand or someone else gets too close the aid will squeal due to ‘feedback’ like the amplifiers and mikes in auditoriums? My Grandloves (Dar’s word) enjoyed making mine squeal when they were small.

….The hearer cannot understand words as well in a crowd, at times not at all. The aids wearer will usually say I did not hear that, but what we mean is ‘I heard the noise but did not understand what you said.

….Many times the battery dies at JUST the wrong time. LOL

….One other thing that comes to mind is Most of the hearing impaired still read lips to a large extent. So this mask-up thing has really bothered us pretty much. Then of course it is hard to understand someone talking to us from another room or not looking at us.

Southern preachers get carried away at times, talk fast and sorta yell. I told a preacher once if he realized how many ‘bad words’ he used in the pulpit, he would slow down and enunciate his words. I don’t give unsolicited advice or constructive criticism too often, I learned quick most of us don’t appreciate it. LOL

A funny one in that same church (above) My grandson Ben was attending with us, The preacher got really ‘wound up’ and Ben pulled my sleeve and whispered, “Why is he yelling at us?”  I about cracked up, from the mouths of babes….

 

Nite Shipslog

PS: Another interesting story concerning aids and squealing. I have worn two devices for years. Once hunting I the NC Mountains I realized I had lost one. I yelled for my BIL who could hear to come over. He found my hearing aid because of the squealing feedback as it lay in the weeds. I was then thankful for the ‘feedback.’