{"id":328610,"date":"2016-10-05T07:30:40","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T05:30:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/anne-my-night-has-no-darkness\/"},"modified":"2024-05-16T15:05:17","modified_gmt":"2024-05-16T13:05:17","slug":"anne-my-night-has-no-darkness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/anne-my-night-has-no-darkness\/","title":{"rendered":"Anne: &#8220;My night has no darkness&#8221;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><div id=\"attachment_143100\" style=\"width: 378px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_1556_Anne-and-Eleanor-Shepherd.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-143100\" class=\"wp-image-143100\" src=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_1556_Anne-and-Eleanor-Shepherd.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1556_Anne and Eleanor Shepherd\" width=\"368\" height=\"245\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-143100\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Anne with her mother, Eleanor.<\/p><\/div>  <strong>&#8220;I was born 14 weeks premature; <\/strong>I weighed only 2 pounds and 3 ounces. The medical staff told my mother that it would be a slim chance of survival, so my mother called a priest to baptise me. I was placed in an incubator for 4 months. It was during this period that<strong> I was given too much oxygen which damaged my hearing; I have about 20% hearing in both ears.<\/strong>  Growing up, I remember asking my parents &#8216;Why didn\u2019t I die at birth; why do I have a hearing loss?&#8217; They always told me <em>&#8216;God loves you immensely and he has a special plan for you.&#8217;<\/em> This always left me curious and it encouraged my heart to always be open, to understand what He had in store for me.  <strong>I remember my first job when I was 18 years old<\/strong>; I worked at the post office. In this role I had to answer the phone. Back in those days I had a gadget that you had to slip on the earpiece of the phone to amplify the sound and then take off for the others to use. I hated the phone as it was very hard to hear and many times people on the other end would tease me saying that I was stupid. It wasn\u2019t until I would get home, that I would let out all my tears and bang on the walls in my bedroom in anger. I remember crying at my Mum saying,<em> &#8216;Why me? Why am I deaf? Why does life have to be so hard!&#8217;<\/em> My parents as a couple tried to live the <a href=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/movimento-dei-focolari\/\">Focolare spirituality<\/a>.  <strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_1265.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft wp-image-143098\" src=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_1265.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_1265\" width=\"350\" height=\"261\" \/><\/a><\/strong>I remember my mother saying to me, &#8216;Be the first to love. When you go back to work tomorrow, be the first to pick up the phone and explain that you have a hearing loss, and say can you please speak slowly and clearly.&#8217; <strong>Up to that point I didn\u2019t want people to know that I had a hearing loss as I wanted to be normal like everyone else<\/strong>.  The next day at work I heard the phone ring and in that moment I heard a voice within my heart saying to me,<em> \u2018Be the first to love&#8217;<\/em>. For the first time in my life, I picked up the phone and informed the caller that I had a hearing loss. Surprisingly that person was so nice and understanding that it encouraged me to always pick up the phone. My work colleagues could see that I was always answering the phone, which meant putting the gadget on and off for every phone-call. Seeing this difficulty, they started to pick up the phone before me. It was like I had thrown a pebble in the water, causing a ripple effect. I had started to love first and then the others started to love me back. It became reciprocal.  <div id=\"attachment_143099\" style=\"width: 360px\" class=\"wp-caption alignright\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_0628.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-143099\" class=\"wp-image-143099\" src=\"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/10\/IMG_0628.jpg\" alt=\"IMG_0628\" width=\"350\" height=\"263\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-143099\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">With Focolare friends in Melbourne<\/p><\/div>  I remember going home saying,<em> &#8216;Mum, it worked!&#8217;<\/em> That experience was a turning point in my life. I understood that I had to accept my disability, my limitations and only in loving would I find peace and freedom.  <strong>Suffering does bring you closer to God.<\/strong> Sometimes when I don\u2019t hear something or get frustrated at my own limitations, I say &#8216;I love you&#8217; (to Him) in this suffering, accept it and plunge myself into loving in the present moment.  I wanted to give my life totally to God in the Focolare, but there was a problem as the formation course in Italy was conducted in Italian. How was I going to learn a foreign language with a hearing loss? In order to speak English well, I had to do a lot of speech therapy and my mum taught me how to lip read. But nothing is impossible to God. He gave me a special grace to be able to speak Italian, and to even lip-read in Italian!  <strong>I still find it hard at times.<\/strong> Even with my friends at home, we&#8217;ve had to learn how to live with each other. For example, I had to tell one of them who mumbled a lot, to open her mouth a bit more so I could lip-read. It was an effort for her, but now she&#8217;s much better at it!  Before my father passed away nine years ago, he left me a personal message to open after his death. He wrote to me this one phrase: <em>&#8216;My night has no darkness&#8217;.<\/em> This is so true, when we love there is no darkness, even with a disability.&#8221;  <\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\">Experience shared at Health Symposium <em>\u201cDarkness to Light \u2013 Spirituality of Unity in Chronic Disease and Disability\u201d<\/em> Focolare Movement, Australia, July 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Despite a hearing impairment at birth, a young Australian accepts with courage the challenges of each day to the point of giving her life in service to others.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-328610","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-non-categorizzato"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328610","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=328610"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/328610\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=328610"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=328610"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.focolare.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=328610"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}