寻找自己的路（2）

    task of trying to figure out  task of trying to park my car. feeling aistical nightmares, studying and getting an education s on my mind. but i put one foot in front of the other and prayed l e auditorium that looked more like a movie theater than a classroom. but instead of taking a seat in the large lecture hall, he continued toe ne for me, and i began to explore it ood nee, married and had a fly. but i felt helpless among all these nes and experiences i .  an adult meant? it all seemed too confusing.

    i excelled in his class. one day he asked me if i rade papers, file and do some office ether. i learned ho philosophical conversations.  some baby-sitting for him. i etting an invitation to become part of his private iven directions to his house and told to come by that thursday.

    i arrived at his house promptly at six. he greeted me at the door. “thank you so much for doing this. it’s very important to me.” he explained that his  care of her ailing mother and had taken their eight-month-old baby  to find someone irl.

    he took me into her room and, in the middle of a princess bed, sat this fair-haired little angel. she had some sort of breathing apparatus next to her bed that looked strangely out of place,  i irl i told you about, sned to his daughter. it turned out that lily ency?

    “her oral skills are good enough that you n language. i’ll only be gone, a couple of hours.” he left me ency numbers and pertinent information, and then he one.

    i sat doers started flying. i shrugged my shoulders to let her knoers do her talking. that night i had my first lesson in sign language.

    over the next couple of months, i spent a lot of time ot to knoed. no in love hter. she taught me so much: not only hon, but also ho over needless things hed together ht me the sign for stupid, ht hand and knock on the side of your forehead—as if you’re knocking to try to get in. she laughed as l made believe that i  myself by knocking on my head too hard. and she n,“you hurt yourself just as much iving me her love, lily also gave me direction. i et a bachelor’s degree in special education hout my college years and beyond. the crush i had on my college professor served me very reat deal about life at the hands of a young child.

    some years later, i n the lord’s prayer at lily’s funeral. everyone there told stories about ho difference to so many. and, as lily taught me n for, i love you, “make sure n that you really mean it.”</p>

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