I don't do typing

There was the lady, or it may have been a man, at a previous church who volunteered to help in the office, but she was a bit deaf. Not deaf enough to stop him hearing the phone ring or have conversations with those around, but deaf enough that she couldn't hear the person at the other end speaking. He used to get very annoyed at the callers. It didn't do anything to stop her answering the phone, for some reason. The rest of the volunteers were puzzled too, and spent their time thinking up jobs for her to do, along with racing him to see if they could get to the phone before she did. Dang, he was fast.

I have lots of stories like this accumulated over 30 years of churchgoing.

But I still feel vaguely guilty about sharing them on a blog.

Not guilty enough to stop me, obviously. 

Is that unkind, do you think?