When I was thirteen, I volunteered at sacred heart the day people went to sign up their children for catechism classes. I went thinking I was only going to make copies, however I ended up translating. It all began when a lady came in to sign her child up and only knew how to speak Spanish. Since the lady I have helped only spoke English, I jumped in and helped her out. After that, numerous people came in that only spoke Spanish so I got promoted from making copies to translating. That day I realized that being bilingual is not only a blessing, but could be a curse. There were many times when the parents signing up their kids would say something in Spanish that was not friendly enough to say in English. Although, it was satisfying to help out
