I have a good friend that has special needs. My friend and I have great times together. We do everything with each other. Does it matter if a person has special needs? I think it doesn’t matter at all. You can’t judge someone if they have special needs. You can’t judge anyone to quickly. If I had done that, I wouldn’t have one of my friends today.
‘Your Connection’ Category Index
A Good Friend by Shane Carley
Friday, February 26th, 2010Friday, January 29th, 2010
“When you have come to the edge of all the light that you know and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something to stand on, or you will be taught to fly” ~ anonymous ~
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh,” he whispered
“Yes Piglet?”
“Nothing” said Piglet taking Pooh’s paw.
“I just wanted to be sure of you”
Thoughts With Sound by Dylan Howlett
Wednesday, January 20th, 2010It’s lonely in here,
Being trapped in this silent
Abyss.
Everybody’s talking,
But nobody listens
To me.
I am unheard,
Lost in my own head,
Where my own thoughts
Keep me company.
My brother is here,
Amusing, sometimes obnoxious,
But always engaging.
I’d wish he’d go away
So I could attend to my
Own business.
But he means well.
It’s fun to converse
With him,
But it’s difficult to convey
What I want to insinuate.
Gestures and movements
Aren’t that revealing.
My mother is here
To feed me a dinner
That I never chose.
It appeared that way,
But alas,
It was not my desire.
Interestingly,
A nod and a shake of
The head
Are one in the same.
It’s like speaking
A native tongue
In a foreign country
Without an interpreter.
My dad is here
To make me laugh,
To make me smile.
To make me happy
When I cannot say I am.
To say the hysterical
When I cannot say it myself.
To tell jokes
When I cannot relay
The funny few
I saw on television.
But we share the laughs
Together,
And together,
We speak.
Here is my dog
To steal my dinner.
To lick my face,
And raise my morale.
He does not understand
My inadequacies,
But he does understand
We are the same.
His namesake bears
The unspoken code
We share,
And a bond that
Keeps us
Inseparable.
This is my family,
living in my world,
but not seeking residence.
But nonetheless,
They are here
To see me through the day.
To be my operator,
To connect me
to the things
And people
With whom I want to speak.
My nature has changed me,
But I cannot change
My nature.
Sometimes, though,
When it gets cold
And dark,
And perhaps lonely
In this cavernous pit.
I wish I could
Say three words.
No more,
No fewer,
It’s all I would
Request.
Just to tell them,
My communicators,
My allies,
My friends,
My soul mates,
My thoughts with sound,
I love you.
Simon Says by Pokey Frazer
Sunday, December 6th, 2009I will never forget the phone call from my daughter eight years ago after just giving birth to Simon. Instead of the expected tears of joy at just having delivered her second child the tears were interrupted by her words(“DAD, there is a problem”). No parent or grandparent ever wants to hear those words and my heart seemed to stop for a few beats as I tried to create some sort of soothing answer which I don’t remember. I know I raced to be with my daughter and hear what the problem was. In a gut wrenching 48 hour period we listened as doctors tried to figure out what the problem was and what to expect. Because he was born with such a rare syndrome we did not know what to expect or how to react since we were in uncharted waters….Our perfect little life was about to take a turn. (more…)
Simon by Carolie Frazer
Sunday, December 6th, 2009Our grandson Simon is 8 years old. When he was born he was diagnosed, within days, with an extremely rare chromosomal abnormality: 49XY. I was with my daughter Mollie and her husband Guion at the moment of Simon’s birth, and thereafter through the next days, which were scary beyond words. The fear came from our ignorance. (more…)