By Sandy Fields
It has always disturbed me that I can’t speak another language. I love words, and I enjoy the nuances of foreign tongues. It just seems that I should be able to conquer this task. But alas, just like playing the piano or being able to decorate a beautiful cake, wishing doesn’t make it so. I don’t have the gift.
I’ll continue being impressed with those who have been able to master English as a second or third language. It’s truly hard for me to fathom all that this entails. There are so many subtle rules to follow.
A store is closed at quitting time. But at the start of the day it is merely open, not opened.
One of my favorites is this list of things we get on, rather than in. We get on the boat, on the plane, the train, the bus, the wagon. But we get in the car.
I can count to 10 in four of five languages. And I feel quite accomplished at being able to say hello and thank you in several of them. That’s about as far as I go.
Hats off to those who have conquered more than one language. Bravo.
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