A family had asked if I’d go by and see their grandfather who was in the hospital. The one thing they called my attention to was the fact that he was very hard of hearing. “Most of the time,” they said, “you have to get right up in his face and yell. It’s the only way he can hear you.” I told them I’d be more than happy to stop by and see him.
I checked my room numbers at the front hospital desk and bounded in the room trying to be my jovial self. I wanted to make sure he heard me the first time, so I walked right up to his bed and bent over within about a foot his face. Having our faces that close together was totally out of my comfort zone, but I did it anyway and yelled, “HI, MY NAME IS TREY MORGAN, HOW ARE YOU TODAY, SIR?”
The confused look on his face told me that maybe he hadn’t heard me, but he did respond back with, “I’m fine, thank you.”
Despite the awkward feeling, I leaned back in close for another go and yelled a little louder, “HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THE HOSPITAL?”
This time I knew something was really wrong when he responded back loudly, “WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?”
Yep, you guessed it … I’d gone in the wrong hospital room. Sheesh!