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A poem from our special children.
Hope you like it. xxx
My abilities may be different
But my feelings are the same
I laugh and i cry
And take pride in my gains
I was sent here among you
To teach you to love
As God in the heavens
Looks down from above
To Him Im no different
His love has no bounds
It's those here among you
In cities and towns
Who judge me by standards
That man has imparted
But this family I've chosen
Will help me get started
For i'm one of the children
So special and few
That came here to learn
The same lessons as you
That love is acceptance
It must come from the heart
We all have the same purpose
But not the same start
The Lord gave me life
To live and embrace
And I'll do it as you do
But at my own pace
My abilities may be different
But my feelings are the same
I laugh and i cry
And take pride in my gains
I was sent here among you
To teach you to love
As God in the heavens
Looks down from above
To Him Im no different
His love has no bounds
It's those here among you
In cities and towns
Who judge me by standards
That man has imparted
But this family I've chosen
Will help me get started
For i'm one of the children
So special and few
That came here to learn
The same lessons as you
That love is acceptance
It must come from the heart
We all have the same purpose
But not the same start
The Lord gave me life
To live and embrace
And I'll do it as you do
But at my own pace
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He's such a little star! they were all impressed with what he's acheived over the past 2 weeks!
xxx
Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures and a couple by habit.
This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how these mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation.
As he observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
Armstrong, Beth: son; patron saint, Matthew. Forest, Marjorie: daughter; patron saint, Cecilia.
Rudledge, Carrie: twins; patron saint.. . give her Gerard. He's used to profanity.
Finally, He passes a name to an angel and smiles. Give her a blind child.
The angel is curious. Why this one, God? She's so happy.
Exactly, says God. Could I give a child with a handicap to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel.
But has she patience? asks the angel.
I don't want to her to have too much patience, or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it.
But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you.
God smiles. No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness.
The angel gasps. Selfishness? Is that a virtue?
God nods. If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a spoken word; She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.
I will permit her to see clearly the things I see-ignorance, cruelty, prejudice-and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side.
And what about her patron saint? asks the angel, pen poised in midair.
God smiles. A mirror will suffice.
Hello friends, indeed a lesson to be learned from each and every breath in this universe. Those beautiful children with special needs have taught me to see the light and I feel that they are the rainbow bridges from earth to heaven.
Bahareh