The Power of a Word, And Penmanship

Bruce, my son who is just finishing up a mission in Taiwan, sent a letter to the young men in our ward. It was sent to our Young Men's president, who asked Joseph, my 12-year-old son, to read it to the young men during their meeting yesterday.

I can read Bruce's writing easily, probably because I'm his mom. It's all choppy lines and angles. Most words are easy to read, but there are words here and there that are a little tricky.

Joe was nervous as he started reading. Toward the end of the first paragraph, he came to a word he wasn't sure about. So he leaned over to one of the young men's leaders who told him the word was "finally."

The Young Men's leader told Joe to bring the letter home to our family. I read the letter while we waited for the kids to come out of the church and then my daughter read it aloud as we drove home.

When she got to that word, she stopped, unsure. So I jumped in and told her, "It's 'firmly.'"

Joe said, "So that's what it is. Brother ________ and I thought it was finally."

Oh what a difference a word makes!

The sentence was, "Missionary work is one of a kind and I firmly believe there is nothing better for us to be doing at this time in our lives."

The way it was read to the young men was, "Missionary work is one of a kind and I finally believe there is nothing better for us to be doing at this time in our lives."

Big difference!

The moral of this story--legible penmanship is pretty important.

3 comments:

missy said...

Oops! :)

Anonymous said...

You are correct! It is a lost art to have beautiful penmanship. Kind of sad, huh? What a difference the translation of just one little word made in the meaning of Bruce's letter. Amazing. LMH

Beth Cutwright said...

That it is! I am new follower through GFC as lucyatmax/no pic. I can be found and followed at bethartfromtheheart.blogspot.com .
Beth ;D