Thursday, December 07, 2006


My grandparents.
I suspect one reason I've never run screaming from disabilities is that little bit of cotton in my granddad's eye. Some of my earliest memories are of seeing him change it to a fresh piece during the day. I also had an uncle who I knew we had to face in order for him to hear. Form him the high pitches just aren't there. And then there was a cousin who was one of the last people to get polio and her surgery after surgery. I just grew up with people of different abilities and learned that we worked within those different situations.

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