Open my ears, Lord!
Open my ears, Lord My great-aunt Mary was deaf . One Saturday, her employer sent her and another worker to the bank with the takings from his store. While they were walking along the street, a man grabbed her colleague around the neck and pulled him into the gutter, snatched the money, and scrambled to his feet. Aunt Mary, screaming for help, tore the bag away from the bandit while her colleague hooked the bandit’s leg and tripped him. Next, a passerby rushed entered the fray, pinioning the thief from behind, but he escaped, snatched the bag back from Aunt Mary , and jumped into the getaway car. As they sped away, his accomplice fired a parting shot. The trauma affected Aunt Mary so much that she suffered facial palsy and deafness for the rest of her life. She heard our conversations only if we raised our vo...