This is a quick answer to your question about how and why I respond to my experiences such as nasty teachers.
I believe we have control over our anger and hurt. We can be resentful and vengeful, or turn our hurt into passion and understanding for others. I chose the latter. I think you did too. That is why I look to you as a role model.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Amy
I will answer your question about mean teachers soon, but I wanted to throw out the below before I forget. It is about the love of family. Perhaps that is the answer. Rambling thoughts below:
I spent a wonderful weekend in PA with my family. What you do not know about me is that I have a sister who is seven-years older than I and has brown hair and normal pigmentation. I also have a younger brother who was born with low vision and albinism as I. My mother has talked openly about her decision to not have more children after my brother and I were born. She did not want more children who were genetically handicapped.
We love our big sister. She was born in 1958. I was born in 1964 and my brother in 1967. Our big sister took care of us. Time passed and she married and had four children. These were the only grandchildren my parents thought they would have. My sister’s children are now in their 30s with children of their own.
My parents never dreamed that their other two children with disabilities would ever marry. But that was not to be the case. After marrying Raymond and numerous genetic counseling sessions, Raymond and I were blessed with two browned-eyed boys. My brother on the other hand, did not want to even take a chance that his children would be born with albinism and low vision. Further, his wife was unlikely to conceive. So he and his wife mutually agreed that adoption was the best option. In May 2004, they adopted my two nephews whom I love dearly. They brought them home when they were only 1-week old.
But I guess God had a surprise. My sister-in-law, who was told she could not conceive, gave birth to Zeke in January 2008. He has the blondest hair, bluest eyes, and lightest skin. Who cares? He is loved and a very bright little boy. I am telling you this because I want other to know that difference is part of my family. We love and laugh the same as everyone, probably more. I wish people understood this.
My mother and father were unprepared for raising two children in the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s that were born handicapped. This past Halloween weekend, all of the children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren were at my parents home for Halloween. My parents are in their seventies, but I have no doubt that they have joy in knowing that all their children have families and children of their own. Who cares about disability when it comes to family?
I spent a wonderful weekend in PA with my family. What you do not know about me is that I have a sister who is seven-years older than I and has brown hair and normal pigmentation. I also have a younger brother who was born with low vision and albinism as I. My mother has talked openly about her decision to not have more children after my brother and I were born. She did not want more children who were genetically handicapped.
We love our big sister. She was born in 1958. I was born in 1964 and my brother in 1967. Our big sister took care of us. Time passed and she married and had four children. These were the only grandchildren my parents thought they would have. My sister’s children are now in their 30s with children of their own.
My parents never dreamed that their other two children with disabilities would ever marry. But that was not to be the case. After marrying Raymond and numerous genetic counseling sessions, Raymond and I were blessed with two browned-eyed boys. My brother on the other hand, did not want to even take a chance that his children would be born with albinism and low vision. Further, his wife was unlikely to conceive. So he and his wife mutually agreed that adoption was the best option. In May 2004, they adopted my two nephews whom I love dearly. They brought them home when they were only 1-week old.
But I guess God had a surprise. My sister-in-law, who was told she could not conceive, gave birth to Zeke in January 2008. He has the blondest hair, bluest eyes, and lightest skin. Who cares? He is loved and a very bright little boy. I am telling you this because I want other to know that difference is part of my family. We love and laugh the same as everyone, probably more. I wish people understood this.
My mother and father were unprepared for raising two children in the 1960s, 1970s, and 1980s that were born handicapped. This past Halloween weekend, all of the children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren were at my parents home for Halloween. My parents are in their seventies, but I have no doubt that they have joy in knowing that all their children have families and children of their own. Who cares about disability when it comes to family?
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