We were quite a hoot, all of us music students that could speak with perfect accents but could not understand anything that anyone else said. Latin was the same way. Much of the church music I sang was in Latin. Particularly at the National Shrine in Washington D.C., they had special permission to celebrate the mass in latin. Everyone else celebrated mass in english.
Life is like living on a deserted island.
You only have what you bring with you. Bill Mahr occasional comes up with a good one . This Story Is A Gift From My Friend Wesley Ray Hall.