The Art of Communication

Sometimes words get jumbled up in my head.  I know what I want to say but the words are all scattered and bouncing around in my head like a pin ball machine, leaving my tongue paralyzed.  I believe that this one of the things that the lesion on my cerebellum took from me, although I was never great at speaking.  I must take frequent pauses too, so to fill my restricted lungs with more oxygen to fuel the words that flow out on the carbon dioxide.  The art of speech is more of a tetious task for me. 

       If speaking is a tetious task that takes much strength and energy out of me than you can imagine how hard it is when I am in the middle of a disagreement with someone.  Someone once got so frustrated that she told me to send her an email explaining what I was trying to expell from my mouth.  Now writing is a whole other walk in the park.  

       From my brain to a page is no trouble at all.  The words flow as freely as a waterfall.  So, I emailed what I was trying to get this person to understand and finally the lightbulb clicked on and we understood each other.  I use the art of written word with the grace it deserves. 

       Communicate.  Understand each other.  Write, speak, sign, communicate.