I amaze myself sometimes. I mean, I really do.
I have a horrible time with languages…well other than my own. I can learn words, their meanings, whether they are male or female (who cares except other words actually) but I can never figure out how to put them together into a cohesive sentence.
I found out something about myself though. When I absolutely have to KNOW something, I can somehow pull it together long enough to take care of whatever problem there is.
Case in point…today. I dropped the grand daughter off at her aunt’s house, then stopped on the way home at the local dollar store. I needed a few things that I totally forgot when I shopped yesterday. (I hate shopping so try to get it all done in one day).
On the way out of the store, I noticed two young men up ladders fixing a store sign..one turned to his mate and shouted something in Spanish. I hadn’t a clue what he said.
In the next moment though the shouter slipped and fell about six or seven feet to the blacktop…and just lay there.
I dropped my parcels, and literally ran over to him. He had an obviously broken leg (it’s hard not to notice a compound fracture) and had a rivulet of blood coming from his ear; his eyes were shut and I thought he was unconscious. His friend came off the ladder and sprinted into the dollar store and returned with a bag of ice.
I immediately called the emergency line, sat on the ground next to him and checked his eyes for pupil changes, checked his pulse (so I could tell the 911 operator) and his respiration. His friend and I packed the ice around his leg, and I cleaned his ear of blood. He “woke” and said “what happened”…so I told him…in Spanish. I asked if he had become dizzy, could he see or was he experiencing double vision, did he know the day and about what time it was…did he remember what happened….all in SPANISH.
After ten or so minutes the police and ambulance arrived and they took over.
I don’t speak Spanish. I swear. I have taken a dozen classes trying to learn but have consistently failed to learn to speak it. I honestly do not know where it all came from.
All I can think of is I must have had some classes stick in the back of my head for when I really needed them.
Nice to know. Now if I could do the same with German maybe I’d know what George yells when he gets upset.