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That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

In the video “Through your child eyes”, talks about how younger children learns through their senses and language. They mostly learn through the eyes, which is why sign language is important because they learn better through hand movements. Also in the video, parents talk about how they opened a “door” between their child and them, with the “key” being ASL. In addition to kids learning ASL, it also helps their knowledge and brain grow. Besides talking about how ASL impacts young children, it also talked about how ASL can help families communicate better. As well as ASL helping families come closer, it helps kids to think better, do harder things and understand others on a higher level. The children who learn sign language not alone improve

When I was eight years old I learned what epilepsy was. My family was in the car driving to get dinner, with my dad driving. We were stopped at a stop light, and when it turned green we never moved. My mother looked over at my dad and realized he was having a seizure. At the time I did not know what that was; all I remember is a blur of my sister calling 911, and us going to the hospital. It was one of the scariest moments of my life; I thought my dad was dying. Later that night my mom explained to us what a seizure was, and that he was going to be okay. This was the first time my dad had a seizure, and the doctors did not know why. He was sent home from the emergency room that night with no answers and a shaken up family.

Some sign language I observed was through watching the TV series Switched at Birth. Which is a show about two girls that were switched at birth (hence the title of the show). So when the main character Bay finally meets her mother, and the other child that was switched, you find out the other daughter (Daphne) is deaf. Daphne and her mother use sign language as well as voice to communicate and I find that interesting. I feel like it would be simpler and a lot more comfortable to just use sign language, seeing as it is Daphne's language.

When I was about nine years old, my father had a stroke. I do not remember a lot when I was younger; I do not even remember what happened when he had a stroke or even a couple of months after that. What I do remember is that he stayed in the hospital for a year or two, then he was able to come back home. I also remember that the doctor that took care of him said that he would never walk again. At that time I thought that my father having a stroke was the worst thing that could happen to me. I never thought that anything worse could happen to that situation but something did happen. Not something to the extent of death but something that I would have never imagined.

As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their

My mom kept saying "I have got to go see Fran. I need to see with my brother" My mom ran down stairs to get ready to go, I followed her and just stood there, still paralyzed. She hugged me and said that she loved me. I had never seen my mom so panicked. She went into the bathroom to take a shower and I could still hear her sobbing through the door. I was all by myself, now. I was standing in the middle of the family room as the words "He is dead" pierced my heart like daggers of ice. I was screaming OH, GOD NO, and started to cry uncontrollably. The realization that I would never see my uncle again struck me. After I got myself under control I went and packed my things to leave with my mother. As soon as we were done we were on the next flight to New Jersey.

We looked at each other, stood up, and headed down the big hallway and around the corner to find my mom gasping at the fact that her water had broken. This was a surprise seeing as she was not due to give birth to my little sister for another two weeks. Once again, we were out the door and in the car. My grandmother did not put me in my car seat right and I remember struggling to free my arms the entire ride. My mom sat in the front seat yelling and muttering words under her breath. I was afraid because my mom was in such a strange state but I soon realized that she was yelling more at my grandmother than at her painful stomach. Every time we approached traffic, she gasped and turned behind her with her hand on my car seat, as to secure me from some ejecting force. It was not until years later that I was told all of the stories about what a terrible driver my grandmother was and how many cars she destroyed in various "incidents," as my grandfather calls them. We reached the hospital in plenty of time, but with one problem remaining, my grandfather and dad remained uninformed and unreachable as the resided among thousands of intoxicated football fans. They arrived in just enough time to see my mom before she had my sister, but not without strategic methods to get a hold of them. They first had to be paged over the intercom and when that seized to succeed, event staff members were sent to find them standing

Learning Sign Language at an early age is doing the same thing as teaching hearing children to talk earlier. Sign Language is very important to the Deaf community. It is what their culture is based off of. Deaf culture can include

Our bodies are instruments; they can be tuned and strummed to express different moods and emotions. In many ways, sign language is just like that, notes and bases. In my family, sign language is a vital aspect of our culture. For my family sign language brings us a unique identity that we live by. Sign language is the glue that unifies our family.

However, Opposing views believe that American Sign Language and certain other languages are already used enough throughout culture. There are not as many people in the world who are deaf as there are people who speak different and foreign languages like spanish or french. For that reason, learning sign language as a foreign language may not be as helpful to some people as learning other foreign languages. There are some studies that have been done that explain the reasons why many people do not want to discover how to learn sign language. The number one answer was that they already had too much of a workload. This makes sense due to the fact that when people get older and have jobs they do not have a lot of time on their hands to learn a whole

How ridiculous, right? I was embarrassed to talk to my own sister in public because of all those people that stared. I shouldnot have been embarrassed at all. Alll my friends would always ask me to teach them because theythought it was cool. I would nevr teach them mainly because I did nto think it was cool. I never really knew how much knowing sign language fluently would affect my life. Knowing sign lnaguage has made me feel conducive and accessible about myself. When i turned sixthteen, i got my first job at dairy queen. There was an older man that used to come in a lot, but because of the way he felt he was being treated, he stopped coming in. The older man was thoroughly deaf, which now makes sense as to why he stopped coming in. It can be hard and frustrating at times for someone who is deaf to be able to communicate with someone who does not speak sign language. one day he came back in and i am not sure what came over me, but i decided to sign to him. His face instantly lie up with gratification when he seen me sign, it was like a face of alleviation. For me, it just felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders; sign language was not a burden. I consummated it helped a lot of people and it actually made me feel kind of dignified. Before the older man had left he told me all about why he stopped coming into Dairy Queen; I had made his day, and he made sure I knew it. It was such a good feeling to be able to communicate with him and give him another perspective on coming to Dairy Queen. Looking back at it now, I wish I would of not been so disconcerted of using sign language i public, It is a tremendous feeling to know how to do something that most people cannot do. After getting over my narcissistic fear of people judging me I felt stupendous. It could be that the people staring at my sister while she signed were just simply intrigued and lacked understanding.

It was early one summer afternoon, shortly after lunchtime, when I heard my mom scramble towards the door. There was little noise, besides her loud stomps and faint cries through the drywall. The wind whistled faintly through my slightly open windows. Suddenly, the air conditioning kicked in startling me. It sounded as if it was a faint boat in the distance. I could make out the sound of the air conditioning through my vents. My brother’s television powered on, as well as my dad’s. They whispered silently through the insulation. Eventually, it all turned off and once again there was my mom’s loud stomps and faint cries.

On May 17th, 2011, my family’s life was turned upside down. My grandpa was feeling faint and suddenly fell over a low picket fence while visiting friend’s house. He was unconscious for a little and then with the help of his friend he was able to get up and walk inside her house. He started complaining about a headache at which time his friend decided to call an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived the paramedics asked my grandpa how he felt and if he could stand

When I was in the 5th grade, I was home alone with my mom. Something really strange was happening so I called 911. The ambulance came right away and took my mom to the hospital. Later that night, she was diagnosed with Epilepsy. Epilepsy is, “a neurological disorder marked by sudden recurrent episodes of sensory disturbance, loss of consciousness, or convulsions, associated with