Tuesday night G went to his first sign language class. He's been wanting to learn some basic signs so he could add another level of communication to his work with the developmentally and intellectually disabled students in his Sunday School class.
When G came home from class, way past his normal bedtime of 8:00-8:30, he told me that he enjoyed the class. There are 18 students -- 17 women and young girls and then there's G, a man on the "wrong" side of middle-age. Also, the instructor is a woman. It would be worse if all the students were high school and college aged women, at least some of the women appear to be older than he is, but it would be really nice if there was one other guy in the class.
G is serious about this class. He's been working on learning the alphabet and practicing finger spelling. Last night he told me that his hands hurt. I thought he was talking about arthritis (probably because my hands ache from arthritis most days) but his hands were stiff and sore from signing. I think that's awesome!
I'm thankful that G followed through on his desire to take a sign language class and I'm thankful that he's enjoying learning ASL. I hope he will be able to take what he learns and use it to communicate the love of Christ to the adult STARS.
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