I woke up at 4 AM today, and as I've been diligently studying English to speak it fluently, a memory from my university days came to mind.
I was a member of a sign language club. While most of our members were Japanese, occasionally, foreign students joined our activities. I assume they were intrigued by a language that didn't rely on voice. Naturally, their first language wasn't Japanese. While they could communicate basic ideas in Japanese, having a fluent conversation was challenging.
One day, a new foreign student entered our room. He didn't understand Japanese at all. The host of that day's activities, a woman who had traveled abroad, began communicating in English. Admittedly, her pronunciation wasn't the best.
Back then, I merely observed the situation. I thought I couldn't contribute, given my limited English skills. Yet, thanks to her efforts, we were able to engage in activities with the foreign students.
Looking back, I regret not making an effort. I now realize that my lack of linguistic skill wasn't a valid excuse for not trying. Although I had been learning sign language, the essential nature of communication hadn't truly dawned on me. Regardless of our countries of origin, we are all human, and there's an inherent desire in us to connect with others. A shared intent can bridge many gaps.
In the Japanese educational system, there seemed to be an emphasis on linguistic perfection. We took numerous exams to validate our memorization of words and phrases. However, I now believe that the willingness to communicate, even imperfectly, holds greater value.
I have immense respect for that woman's efforts. Even if my realization comes a bit late.
