Not long ago, a young man named Tucker came over to my house to give me an estimate on a home repair. I didn‘t have to talk to him for very long before I realized he had a severe stutter. Every third or fourth word he spoke was accompanied with an awkward pause while he struggled to produce the right word. I wasn’t sure what the etiquette was in such a situation, so I just stood there, pretending not to notice while I waited for him to finish his sentence. After a bit, I decided to wade in and ask Tucker about his story.
“After I wore it a couple weeks, my mom said she didn’t like the newTucker—that I had gotten too big for my britches and was putting on airs. She said she liked the old Tucker that stuttered much better because he knew his place. The rest of my family started saying the same thing, so I finally took out the gadget and haven’t used it since.”