We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today.
I had the good fortune to work with a team that did the awards ceremonies for the competitors in our regions annual Special Olympics. I was again reminded just how special these athletes who are mentally and often physically challenged. It is refreshing to be with individuals who have no guile, no hidden agendas, and who are truthful to a fault. They demonstrated their humanity as they cheered on even those who were competing with them. They smiled and laughed at things you and I often overlook.
These good people are the world’s innocents. They have a great capacity to love and an even greater need to be loved. They are the pure at heart. The world would be a better place if we could be more like them and love more and hate less.
Years ago I read a book by Morris West called “Clowns of God” the books close has always stayed with me. As I recall the world was in turmoil and about to be destroyed and a handful of people are taken to a mountain where they would remain safe. I am not sure this is the exact quote but here is what took place. A stranger appeared in their mist and said about a child with Down Syndrome:
I know what are you thinking. You need a sign. What better one could I give than to make this little one whole and new? I could do it; but I will not. I am the Lord and not a conjurer. I gave this mite a gift I denied to all of you
To you she looks imperfect but to me she is flawless, like the bud that dies unopened, or the fledglings that fall from the nest to be devoured by ants. She never offended me, as all of you have done. She never perverted the work of My Father hands.
She is necessary to you. She will evoke the kindness that will prompt you to gratitude for own good fortune….more…..she will remind you every day that I am who I am, that my ways are not yours, and the smallest dust mite whirled in darkest space does not fall out of my hand.
I have chosen you. You have not chosen me. This little one is my sign to you. Treasure her.
“The few wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them.”
Charles de Lint
At one point during a game, the coach called one of his 9-year-old baseball players aside and asked, "Do you understand what cooperation is? And….What the word team means?"
The little boy nodded in the affirmative.
"Do you understand that what matters is whether we win or lose together as a team?"
The little boy nodded yes.
"So," the coach continued, "I’m sure you know, when an out is called, you shouldn’t argue, curse, attack the umpire, or call him a pecker-head. Do you understand all that?"
Once again the little boy nodded.
He continued, "And when I take you out of the game so another boy gets a chance to play, it’s not good sportsmanship to call your coach a "dumb ass" is it?"
Again the little boy nodded.
"Good," said the coach. "Now go over there and explain all that to your grandmother."
Before resolving to jog five miles a day, visit a cardiologist to have your heart examined, a podiatrist to have your feet examined and a psychiatrist to have your head examined.
The Michaels family owned a small farm in Canada, just yards away from the North Dakota border. Their land had been the subject of a minor dispute between the United States and Canada for generations. Mrs. Michaels, who had just celebrated her ninetieth birthday, lived on the farm with her son and three grandchildren.
One day, her son came into her room holding a letter. "I just got some news, Mom," he said. "The government has come to an agreement with the people in Washington. They’ve decided that our land is really part of the United States. We have the right to approve or disapprove of the agreement. What do you think?"
"What do I think?" his mother said. "Jump at it! Call them right now and tell them we accept! I don’t think I could stand another one of these Canadian winters!"
To be able to look back upon one’s past life with satisfaction is to live twice.
Marcus Valerius Martial
She said: Needing to shed a few pounds, my husband and I went on a diet that had specific recipes for each meal of the day.
I followed the instructions closely, dividing the finished recipe in half for our individual plates.
We felt terrific and thought the diet was wonderful. We never even felt hungry!
But when we realized we were gaining weight and not losing it, I checked the recipes again.
There in fine print, it said, "Serves 6."
Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn’t music.
A New Yorker taking a drive in the country happened upon a farmer feeding his pigs in a most extraordinary manner. The farmer would lift a pig in his arms, hold it up to the branches of a tree and wait while the animal ate an apple. He would then move the pig from one apple to another until it was satisfied.
The city man watched this procedure for some time, then finally said to the farmer, "This seems an inefficient way of feeding your pigs. Why don’t you simply shake the apples off the tree and let the pigs eat them from the ground? That would sure save a lot of time."
The farmer looked puzzled, then shrugged and replied, "What’s time to a pig?"
“That’s what it takes to be a hero, a little gem of innocence inside you that makes you want to believe that there still exists a right and wrong, that decency will somehow triumph in the end”
A man pacing back and forth glanced at his watch and yelled upstairs to his wife, "Honey, are you ready yet?"
Shouting back, the woman replies, "For crying out loud, I’ve been telling you for the last half hour that I’ll be ready in a minute!
"Normal" is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work, driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for, in order to get to the job that you need so you can pay for the clothes, car and the house that you leave empty all day in order to afford to live in it.
Wanna be normal??
I’m addicted to placebos. I’d give them up, but it wouldn’ make any difference.
Jack hadn’t been to a class reunion in decades. When he walked into this latest one, he thought he recognized a woman over in the corner, so he approached her and extended his hand in greeting, saying,
"You look like Helen Brown."
"Well," the woman snapped back, "you don’t look so great in blue either!"
O innocence, how glorious and happy a portion art thou to the breast that possesses thee! thou fearest neither the eyes nor the tongues of men. Truth, the most powerful of all things, is thy strongest friend; and the brighter the light is in which thou art displayed, the more it discovers thy transcendent beauties.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
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