The measure of a person, is in what they give, and what that giving accomplishes
School, was a blessing, and a curse. a blessing in that I had somewhere to go, somewhere there was no yelling and hitting.
yet from its very beginnings school would always be the one door I could never open…and the thing needed to be
School was from its very beginning difficult.
It seemed every school I was ever enrolled in was by enlarge, a school that centered, in some way around my Cerebral Palsy. and the first school was no different.
A Pentecostal Christian school. This was a small school with strict standards to those who did not choose that religion. So I was not enrolled there long, but it did give me my first conversations about God. And My very first taste of how hard it was always going to be for me in the academic world.
My second school, was a school for handicapped children
This was the place I would make my very first friend. Her name was Tina, Tina, had Cerebral Palsy and seen more doctors and had more hospital stays by her age because of it, then I was to see in my whole life for my CP yet Tina’s was more severe then was mine. And by the time I had met her, she had already lived a difficult life by the age of seven, and seen more doctors and had more hospital stays by her age then I was see in my whole life
She was a very skinny red head who crawled on the floor and only wore her leg braces when forced. she always was fun a to be around, and hated anything that interfered with that fun.
She and I were always together at school, and our world was what everyone else stepped into, because we could play forever, we would spend every free second together, and do our very best to be buddies in any project that we could.
Besides introducing me to Tina, it also introduced me to Jimmy and his much older brothers.
Jimmy, from all I could tell Jimmy had a bum right leg. Jimmy being so much younger then his brothers, ten to twelve years younger. Seem like he always felt like he had something to prove to his brothers. that he was strong enough clever enough, but I think that all came from his brothers teasing him. His brothers although I’m sure felt guilt and frustration at having their little 8yr old brother helping with their needs because they both were wheelchair bound.paralyzed from the waist down.
So I guess a description, of a teacher would be in order here, She had a dark complexion , with long flowing dark brown hair. I thought it was the most beautiful hair I had ever seen. And she really did care about us kids. So wether it meant cleaning up spilled milk or changing a diaper of a teen, she did it willingly with out even so much as a frown. This teacher had a full scope of children on every level of learning abilities, and capabilities, ages from seven to seventeen, and even with an teachers aid I don’t know how she did it.
Because even with all that she had, she still made learning fun. She truly was a smart lady, she knew that learning for children such as us, frustration was always there, and she was going to do her best to make learning as easy and fun possible, I will always be grateful to her for that, and for never getting frustrated with me, for coming to her over and over and over, trying to explain, why 1+1=1. Math..how it would haunt me..all my life.
My next school, was in every sense the word, a true miracle…
but for now you must wait…
for the hour is late here..I will return tomorrow.
Divided-Places 