Special
Last summer as well as this, and into the fall, I took a job that changed me. I fully admit, I did not do my homework, I was just randomly answering ads for employment once I put certain words in the search engine, it appeared, and I answered it. I walked into the elementary school where the summer program was taking place, and was shocked. This was a summer program working with the developmentally disabled population, the student population age ranged from that of preschoolers to the early/mid twenties. The ambulatory ones were only a few (confined to wheelchairs and walkers), but most were mobile. And they were either suffering from autism or a form of mental retardation. It gave me pause as it would anyone. Our first reaction when we see a person like that in public is a feeling of fear, then replaced by a sadness. Having never been around people like this before, I had never gotten to the third phase of feeling about them, which is won...