Monday, March 2, 2015

Spanish

   Charlie woke up late.  It was Sunday.  He works for an IT startup company in California.  As his usual, he turned the television on while making his coffee.  A Spanish soap series came on.  Typically his television turns on at whatever channel it was turned off.  He never watched the Spanish network.  It doesn’t matter.  There could be a glitch in his cable.  He flipped the channels to all numbers and back but could not find an English show to watch.  CNN, NBC,  all are broadcasting in Spanish.

   He decided to call his girlfriend.  She might know what’s going on.  A girl answered in Spanish.  He must have dialed the wrong number.  He tried again.  He got the same girl.  This time he asked for Hazel.  The girl said in Spanish her name is Hazel.  He hang up.

   He dialed his mother’s number.  He recognized her voice but she was speaking in Spanish.  He thought she’s probably taking language lessons.  

   “Mom can you speak English for just one minute.” Charlie said.

   “No comprendo” was the answer. 

   He thought she must be teasing him.  He hung up.

   He walked out to have breakfast at McDonald’s, a block away.  The guy at the counter asked for his order in Spanish.  He must have been mistaken for a Latino.  He explained that he speaks English only.  The man answered “No comprendo” so he asked if anyone else can take his order in English.  “Nada.” (None)  He walked out so frustrated.

   On the road back home he ran into some Chinese neighbors.  He gave the customary hello.  When they replied “Hola” Charlie stood rooted on the spot.  He realized every person who passed him were Asians but they all spoke in Spanish.  He ran back to his house with rising terror and confusion.  He turned on the television again and still could not find an English program.  Next he called every name in his mobile phone’s contact list.  No one answered in English.  By now he was frightened to the point of losing it.  Then he felt someone touch his shoulder.  It was Hazel.

   “Honey I’ve been calling you on the phone.  You’ve been asleep all this time?” Hazel said.

   “I had a bad dream.” Charlie said still feeling disoriented.  Is he awake now?  Or this one is the dream.

      Language is something we learned as infants so we take it for granted as adults.  If you believe in the evolution theory just ask yourself who taught the monkey to speak.  If you believe God created the universe then who taught Adam and Eve.  Language is a gift from a loving God who thinks of everything that would make us happy.  Just imagine a life without conversation.  Even the deaf and mute can’t live without it.  

   “Now all the earth continued to be of one language and of one set of words… Then they said to one another… “Come! Let us build …a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a celebrated name for ourselves ... Jehovah then said: “Look! They are one people with one language, and this is what they have started to do… go down there and confuse their language in order that they may not understand one another” (Genesis 11:1-8)



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