I used to interpret American Sign Language (ASL) for some people in our church congregation when we lived in Colorado Springs, near the Colorado School for the Deaf and the Blind. On occasion, I'd go over to my friend's home, who was deaf, and we'd visit other members in our congregation. It was interesting, to say the least, to drive and watch him sign and sign back to him. That was probably more distracting than talking on a cell phone or text messaging while driving.
At any rate, one of my dear friends in California, who is a professional ASL interpreter, sent me these pictures in an email titled, A Story With No Words.
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