Damn, CJ, I can’t stop blubbering ! In view of all the (pardon my French here), assholes out and around these days, this one feels real good. It’s nice to know there are still some damn good people around.
Yes, I think autistic people are here to show us their gifts. I have an uncle who is now 74 who was treated very poorly as a child in his community, rural Tasmanian in the 1950s when they didn’t understand it.
I had the same reaction when I read this the first time, Elsie. You and I fell in love with the boy just like the truckers did. Who wouldn’t? He found something he could do well, he was proud of that and he always tried so hard. 💕❤️💕
When I was 11 years old (6th grade) boys and girls were separated. In my 6th grade class there was a tall boy with a very bad cleft palate which rendered his speech well nigh unintelligible. Several of the boys subjected the handicapped kid, Jose, to humiliating verbal abuse.
Our nun, who had a well deserved reputation for physical discipline, got wind of the situation and severely pummeled the bullies, advising them and us that whet had just taken place was a forecasted of what she was capable of. She then ordered Jose to report to her each day 45 minutes before class. She has discovered that Jose liked to draw. She bought him colored chalks, and each day he filled a blackboard panel with remarkable drawings. As the other students filed into class, they would all see Jose's creations, which not one of them could have duplicated.
Sister also spent time every morning and afternoon practicing speech with Jose, and after awhile he could make himself uunderstood.
I detest corporal punishment, but even today I fill find much wisdom and little fault with that nuns methods.
Damn, CJ, I can’t stop blubbering ! In view of all the (pardon my French here), assholes out and around these days, this one feels real good. It’s nice to know there are still some damn good people around.
I know, Ken, I feel the same way --like this post should come with a free box of Kleenex and a warning.
Thank you for reading and commenting and sharing your heart. It's the size of Texas. ❤️💕❤️
Great story, C.J.! I would often see young people with disabilities working in grocery stores! (and other places) They were hard workers!
I've seen them, too. They all seem so happy and outgoing!
I think people with Down Syndrome are here to teach us unconditional love ❤️ 🥰🥰🥰
I think you’re right and that goes for autistics as well. I have 3 autistic grandsons and they’re just so wonderful, caring and loving.
Yes, I think autistic people are here to show us their gifts. I have an uncle who is now 74 who was treated very poorly as a child in his community, rural Tasmanian in the 1950s when they didn’t understand it.
That was and amazing story , Even though it brought lots of happy tears to my eyes . Thank you for the wonderful story, C , j, .Hugs and peace
Hugs and peace to you, too, Mitch. I also love the story and I leave a lot of tears every time I read it. We're soft-hearted, aren't we? I'm glad!
Yes we are , hugs to you
I cried. God bless truckers
I had the same reaction when I read this the first time, Elsie. You and I fell in love with the boy just like the truckers did. Who wouldn’t? He found something he could do well, he was proud of that and he always tried so hard. 💕❤️💕
When I was 11 years old (6th grade) boys and girls were separated. In my 6th grade class there was a tall boy with a very bad cleft palate which rendered his speech well nigh unintelligible. Several of the boys subjected the handicapped kid, Jose, to humiliating verbal abuse.
Our nun, who had a well deserved reputation for physical discipline, got wind of the situation and severely pummeled the bullies, advising them and us that whet had just taken place was a forecasted of what she was capable of. She then ordered Jose to report to her each day 45 minutes before class. She has discovered that Jose liked to draw. She bought him colored chalks, and each day he filled a blackboard panel with remarkable drawings. As the other students filed into class, they would all see Jose's creations, which not one of them could have duplicated.
Sister also spent time every morning and afternoon practicing speech with Jose, and after awhile he could make himself uunderstood.
I detest corporal punishment, but even today I fill find much wisdom and little fault with that nuns methods.