The
universe is full of still, small voices that are stronger, in their special
ways, than tornadoes. I’ve known people who could carry the heaviest weights of
life and still speak with quietness and courage. Mrs. Coyle was like that, a warmhearted
woman with a dependable kind of power in her calm and comforting voice, and old
Mr. Euler, when I was a boy, could seemingly reshape his debilitating disease
into a victory with his hushed but brave words. Voices can sometimes grow
stronger the quieter they get – a teacher suddenly whispering a math secret to
his students, a man making his love known in almost silent words. Even
windshield wipers can whisper with a strange sort of power, and your car can
impressively hum to you on the highway as you drive with your wife to the mall.
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