Viking_Yearbook_68

74 .. '· ..... My understanding was getting clearer. He was blurting, but he didn' t know what to blurt about. My motivation was also getting stronger and I resolved to find the words to express my frustrations and my hopes. That time came shortly. It was oppor– tune since I felt ready and I imagine there was a " ready" audience. We were assembled for a work session in which we were to carry sacks of grain to the bakery, and then load empty yeast bar– rels in a U-haul truck. Ordinarily we would be signaled over to the locale and a few glances over the scene would indicate what needed doing. The su– perior sometimes snapped his fingers at us. I now assumed that this was a sign of impatience to speak. I loaded a sack of grain over my shoulder, carefully making sure that a slow leak would be quickly seen. A few brothers pointed at me. I con– tinued. I heard snapping fingers on my heels, but walked on quickly all the way to the bakery. Once inside the scene was set. In stormed the superior ; the other brothers standing ready to pray for me. The su– perior pointed to the trail, at the bag, and at me. This was the time. In a steady tone that echoed on the ears and faces of everyone there I spouted, " I didn' t hear you ." After this my spell was broken- like a magic kiss, I was a transformed silent beauty. My talking lasted a full three weeks . My expulsion took one week. The Bishop looked upon my case with leniency, for that reason I remained fairly religious. Several former Trappist' s now work with me in the formation of what I consider to be the answer to all Trappist-like traps. One may now expend his full re– sources, free his sou I and free his tongue - the ultimate in expression-become a Yappist.