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A Perfect Lesson for 1/1/11
I'm barreling down our quiet street, where a neighbor got the city to post a "Slow...Children..." sign last year, when I see a neighbor, walking her dog. I slow down, at first a bit annoyed that she doesn't try to move over -- though, where's she gonna go, given the banked snow on either side of the road -- when I notice that the dog is harnessed to a back-set of big cart-wheels.
The dog is as white as the still-pure parts of the snow, which blankets the middle of people's lawns -- a beautiful Samoyed whose hind legs are swinging to and fro while the dog trots along on his or her front paws. I stop the car completely and watch from behind how jaunty the dog is. The dog is having a ball. Apparently half-paralyzed, he or she is thrilled to be out for a walk, no matter the conditions.
The dog reminded me to be patient about getting from here to there, and grateful and joyous at what I've got already: love, companionship, sufficient mobility, spirit....
Showing posts with label physical disability. Show all posts
Showing posts with label physical disability. Show all posts
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Monday, December 31, 2007
Hoping
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Possibilities Are Endless
A developmentally-disabled guy is bagging our groceries at Shoprite earlier today.
He asks, "Did you get that hat in India?"
"Yes, I did. I lived there for six months and just got back. It's a cricket cap. Cricket is like baseball --"
"I know what cricket is. It's like baseball, but the bat is wide and you throw like this [he winds his arm up and throws an invisible ball overhand toward the floor]."
"That's right. I didn't know what cricket was, really, till I went to India."
Pat says to him, "You know more about it than most people [in this country]."
We thank him and wish him a happy new year. I walk away inspired.
Straightening up for the New Year's dinner we'll host for our friends David and Gerard, I see a postcard of a show for an artist with whom I was friendly when I lived in Chicago, Riva Lehrer. Much of Riva's art focuses on physical disability.
Riva's work and the conversation with the grocery bagger this afternoon remind me that all of us have gifts and ought to express them. Also, the qualities that society sometimes thinks ought to limit us differentiate us and can serve as our core motivation and means to connect with others.
Possibilities Are Endless
A developmentally-disabled guy is bagging our groceries at Shoprite earlier today.
He asks, "Did you get that hat in India?"
"Yes, I did. I lived there for six months and just got back. It's a cricket cap. Cricket is like baseball --"
"I know what cricket is. It's like baseball, but the bat is wide and you throw like this [he winds his arm up and throws an invisible ball overhand toward the floor]."
"That's right. I didn't know what cricket was, really, till I went to India."
Pat says to him, "You know more about it than most people [in this country]."
We thank him and wish him a happy new year. I walk away inspired.
Straightening up for the New Year's dinner we'll host for our friends David and Gerard, I see a postcard of a show for an artist with whom I was friendly when I lived in Chicago, Riva Lehrer. Much of Riva's art focuses on physical disability.
Riva's work and the conversation with the grocery bagger this afternoon remind me that all of us have gifts and ought to express them. Also, the qualities that society sometimes thinks ought to limit us differentiate us and can serve as our core motivation and means to connect with others.
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