EN 101-Composition 1
July 4th, 2011
Sound of Love
Life whispers in our soul and speaks to our heart. Sometimes, we don't have time to listen. Do we sometimes ignore lovely things because our lives are too fast and busy leaving them to wonder whether we really love them? I thought I was a patient man, but I was not until I met a nine year old boy. He let me know that people should pay attention to the small things, even a smile or a sound.
I was almost tortured to the point of madness by my neighbors when I arrived in Omaha. I lived in a cheap place so I had to put up with the noise. One of my neighbors is a guy from Nepal, an international college student ...view middle of the document...
This time it sounded like primitive tribe talking. It was indistinct and harsh. “What is that” I asked Julie. She said “A nine year old boy learning to talk. Can you figure out what he is speaking?” I was attempting to hear the boy’s words. He was repeating the same sentence over and over again, but I could not understand what he was saying. I just guessed “Is he saying that total is art?” Julie laughed, “You are wrong, he is saying that today is hot.” Julie opened her balcony’s window, and then the boy’s voice sounded louder. I heard a woman correcting his pronunciation. The woman said “Today is hot”; However, no matter what she said the boy still said “Total is art.”
Julie asked me “What do you think about living here, and listening to this sound every day?” I shook my head “Absolutely not” I said, “I cannot, it is noise and he cannot successfully learn to speak properly,” I feel horrible for thinking negatively in regards to his circumstance. “In my ears, it should be a euphoric sound of music in the world. Not only of me, but of people who are living in the townhouse wouldn’t they agree?” said Julie. At that I looked puzzled, and she informed me that “The boy was deaf-mute and was found abandoned as an infant and that his name was Jack; and he was adopted by my neighbors. And maybe because of the fact that he was abandoned is why my neighbors adopted him. My neighbor never gave up. They brought him to a doctor to teach him to speak when he was four years old. All of us thought that it would be impossible; One day, he called my neighbor ‘mama’ when he was five years old. My neighbor was touched and then began to...