It’s fitting that today, as we work in Kalisz to raise money for precious children fighting for their lives, that this blog memory popped up on my Facebook page: Campaign THEM!
Here’s a portion…I really hope that you will read more and be encouraged! xoxo b
…I studied Special Education in college. When I became a teacher and it was time for the awards ceremony at the end of the year, I realized that none of my students would ever receive a special award from the school based on the school’s criteria. After all, the school demanded great grades, superb attendance, active participation in school functions/sports/clubs/so forth, wonderful behavior. As the list went on and on and on I realized that not a single student of mine would meet any of that criteria.
Because—they were crack babies or FAS kids. They suffered from brain damage or constant epileptic seizures. They had such severe learning disabilities that they couldn’t even read or spell rat/cat/bat/fat in the 7th grade. Some smelled so badly, it was required they took showers upon entering school premises in the nurse’s office for their sakes. And, to be honest, the behavior of many of them was more gangster than Dangerous Minds.
Yet, to me, each and every one was so extremely and uniquely special. Don’t get me wrong. Many afternoons, when the school bell dismissed the swarm of teenagers, I sat behind my desk crying—amazed that I made it through another foul language-laced day filled with fights and security escorting students from my room. There were even times I wondered if the student was going to or planning on harming me.
And, still, each and every student remained special. Somehow, in some way, I was able to look beyond what they had become to what they could potentially have in store. In a sense, I felt as if I was the only one at times to think this way…