Write up. I've
always had this thing about words. Their power, their poetry strike me so forcefully they never fail to rub off on me. So
there's no mystery as to why writing gives me an all-time high. I call this my greatest fascination.
Sign in. It
was love at first sight that drove me to study sign language, which turned out to be a fruitful exchange. What began
as pure sensory stimulation developed into commitment over time. A case of the will of the spirit uniting with the work of
the flesh? Well, I'd say my passion for the deaf is a work
in progress. I am now a certified sign language interpreter,
gradually adjusting to the deaf culture. I call this my silent vocation.
Press on.
I am amazed at how something as simple as a touch can mean so much. Like when life rubs the wrong way, there's nothing like
a nice, soothing rub. So when I took a crash reflexology-acupressure-shiatsu course, I felt a healing happening, not so
much for the recipient of the therapy as for me. Some potent touch? I call this my mission in motion.
Drawback.
I've always believed there is this sense of visual artistry in me and it only takes courage to turn it on.
And so I made a canvas out of the back pages of my notebooks and doodled my way to my teacher's lectures. Until, well, I
discovered I had five thumbs and no talent. I still draw whatever piques my interest on occasion. But I have learned to
call this my number one frustration.
Byte this.
I love getting on the computer, whether to spin a gripping story or to learn more of this amazing technology. This Web site
is a product of my exploratory study. I call this my most interesting discovery.
