When I was little, my Dad had his ear drum broken. He was playing with my brother and took a hit to the side of his head during a tickle fight. Add 50 years to that and you got a Dad who has a hearing problem. He put off going to the doctor until Mom decided she couldn't stand not being heard. My Mom loves to be heard. So, Dad had as much ear drum repair done as he could have and then added hearing aids. This was a big step. He said that when he came out of the doctors office he heard something that he hadn't heard in years, birds singing. Can you imagine that? Not hearing the birds sing. Most people tune something like that out. The things we take for granted. In the days that followed we would ask Dad how he was doing with his hearing aids. He would tell us what he could hear and still the things that he couldn't. We learned about battery life, being able to hear on the phone, and background noise. Dad was getting used to waring them every day, so it was a bit of a surprise when I found him working out in the yard without them. I asked him why he wasn't waring his hearing aids. He said that the sound of the birds singing was driving him nuts so he took them out. Sometimes I wonder when he has them in, if he really has them turned on?