Every day we greet each other and we can hear a variety of sounds that are around us: the bird’s song, the lovely words from the members of your family or friends or even the bark of the dog that is getting on your nerves by his sounds in the neighbor’s yard. We are lucky.
But, there are a lot of people around us, who unfortunately cannot hear. Like most of people, I used to look at them with sympathy but at the same time like a complete stranger till the 1st of September 2012, when I was given a class, the Vth-A. It was a class of children full of energy, like bees in the beehive. There were more boys than girls but somehow, the girls could control and manage everything. The girls were both the head and the neck of the class. The boys were patient and could perform their presence only during the breaks. The most silent boy was the one sitting in the first row, Tudor. I was told that he had an accident and after that he could not hear very well. He is a cute boy that never wants to stay apart or to have a separate attitude due to his hearing problems. He is always neat and has an accurate writting.
It was Christmas Eve and I thought to prepare a traditional dance “Calusarii”. All the boys were asked to take part in the event. Tudor was glad to take part and attended all the rehearsals.
On the very day, all the boys were ready with national costumes, hats and traditional sticks except Tudor, who was staying alone, sad and his crying eyes were staring steadily to the door to see his mother arriving with his costume. But she was late. Being short in time I had no idea what to do because they had to be in pair, thus I asked the pupils if there was a volunteer to stay with Tudor and not take part in our presentation. But nobody accepted. It was a long silence, when, we human beings, start to analyze our values and sometimes even change personal attitude to some things or ideas. The long silence was interrupted by Tudor’s mother arrival, which brought the costume. I will remember all my life Tudor’s eyes, which became brighter than stars on the sky. He was again part of the group, he got dressed quickly and he performed the best “Calusaries “dance that had ever been presented on the school stage.
That moment I was proud and felt a great relief. I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully, we just shouldn’t give up.
Attitude, after all, is everything.