Gold Medal Winner

I am training for my first half marathon.  There are hundreds of half marathons every year but my friends and I carefully selected the one we are doing, for one very important reason.  After looking at calendars, work schedules, and travel options, we selected our run for the medal they give to everyone who crosses the finish line.

I wish everyone could choose their medal.  What would you do to get a gold medal?  Singing? A sport? Reading?  Gardening? Running? 

I have watched over the years as students tried for a medal presented at elementary continuation to all students who meet the requirements outlined in a 20 page packet on developing a 15 minute presentation about who they are as a learner, and leader.  I have also had the privilege of mentoring students through this process.  About half of my students really wanted to earn the medal and each one put in over 40 hours of work to create a presentation to present to a panel of tem teachers and administrators about themselves.  I have never been more proud than watching them each, take the stage and tell the audience who they are, not their disability, no once, but their strengths as a students and victories within the years they attended elementary school. 

Each time I watched a student be presented with their medal and watched the medal be placed over their head I thought, this is what it is to earn a gold medal.  This is everything.  Everyone should feel this.

Now I am by no means suggesting that everyone get a medal just for showing up.  I believe in earning your reward through hard work and determination.  But I am suggesting that there is something out there for each one of us, young and old, male and female, with or without a disability. 

Maybe it is as simple as seeing a medal that is fun, like the one I will earn at the conclusion of a 13.1 mile run.  Find your medal, go for it, and if you need a cheerleader, I am here.

 

From the Movies

 

The right side of my blog includes books and movies that portray a character with disabilities in a way that I think gives us a window in which to increase understanding.  One of these actually contains several characters, men actually. 
 
The Boys Next Door tells the story of the men who live in a group home and their social worker.  These men each have their own personalities, passions, and fears.  They are portrayed with grace, dignity, and a little humor.  After all, isn't that what all people are, a funny, serious, happy, fearful being trying to make sense of the world?
At one point, one of the characters has to attend a court hearing.  He is doing his best to answer the questions as they are asked, and in many ways is doing a great job.  But here is when the magic of Hollywood takes over.  The lights fade out leaving a spot on the character.  Suddenly, he is able to say what he wishes he could to all of those who judge so harshly those who are disabled.  He tells you why they are afraid, and full of hate when faced with "someone different."
 
I would like to give you that clip, for the whole script, look for the script by Tom Griffin, it's worth it.  I will warn you, it was written when the R-word was used.  We are still battling it, but that is another post.
 

Act II:

 

(Silence.  Lucien buries his head in his hands.  He cannot continue.  Clarke only watches.  Slowly the lights change until Clarke and Jack are in darkness and Lucien is in full focus.  He looks up.  He stands.  He is no longer the retarded Lucien, but rather a confident and articulate man.  He takes the floor.  To the audience, the Senate.)

 

I stand before you, a middle-aged man in an uncomfortable suit, a man whose capacity for rational thought is somewhere between a five-year-old and an oyster.  (Pause) I am retarded.  I am damaged.  I am sick inside from so many years of confusion, utter and profound confusion.  I am mystified by faucets and radios and elevators and newspapers and popular songs.  I cannot always remember the names of my parents.  But I will not go away.  And I will not wither because the cage is too small.  I am here to remind the species of the species.   I am Lucien Percival Smith.  And without me, without my shattered crippled brain, you will never again be frightened by what you might have become.  Or indeed, by what the future might make you.

 
You see, it's not hate, it fear.

 

Never Say Never

So many parents and family members have had to hear the news, "I'm sorry, your child has________"  This is often followed by a litany of statements beginning with "never" and "can't."

Your son will never be able to...
Your daughter can't....
You can't expect...
She never will...
He won't ever....

But this is doesn't have be the way it really is for your child.  I have been blessed by so many families who heard all those nevers and can't and responded with, "you want to bet on that?"

This young man lives in one of those families.  His parents were told he would never talk, it says so in all the medical texts in relation to his syndrome.  His pallet is misshapen but he doesn't "have the capacity" anyway.  His mom and dad had the courage and strength to not listen to the medical textbook, but rather, to listen to their son and their heart.  You see, he was constantly attempting to talk.  They got him a Vantage and he could use it to talk more fluidly than the salesperson but still, he wanted to talk with his voice. 

So, his parents set out to find a doctor that would try to repair his pallet.  They were judged by so many to "be in denial" or "refusing to hear what we know from medical science."  But still, they moved forward.  They had to travel several states away and spend the summer in a hospital and then rehabilitation and therapy, but they did it for him.  6 short months later, the journey was rewarded beyond anyone's hope.  Or at least, beyond the hope of those on the outside looking in.  For his parents, they were not surprised, just grateful.

Do you want to hear what love, courage, and strength sounds like?

Strength, Courage and Wisdom = Hope: The Sequel

I'm Back!  And better than ever...

I can't believe it has been more than two years since I published Strength, Courage and Wisdom = Hope.  I stated my goals to do more, impact more families, and become the leader that I knew I could be.

Today, I can say, that has happened.  I didn't know where the journey would lead me.  I didn't know then that I would work with an entire team of leaders who are driven by passion, commitment, and dedication.  I didn't even know at that time that you could find a team 100% on board and dedicated.  I'm here to say, those teams are there, they exist, and all of us should be fortunate enough to work with people for whom the time together energizes and excites you.  I wish that for everyone.

Of course, the journey wasn't simple or clear.  It did, after all, take 2 years.  But each day was worth it because I can appreciate the chance I have been given.  So, I'm settling in to my new role and ready to take up the pen (well, okay, its actually a keyboard). 

Thanks for waiting for me, and all the support so many of you have given to me each and every day.  I will be posting more often.  In fact, my next post will capture your heart as it contains an incredible video (yes, this is a teaser as that story deserves its own headline.)

Mrs. G Wiz

The Perfect Play

This video says it all:

You Tube video, at: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ejh_hb15Fc

Which Wolf Are You Feeding?

There is a Native American tale about two wolves that I think every person should know.  It will help guide you as a teacher, a student, a friend, a daughter/son, a mother/father/, a leader, a follower, and it moments by yourself.

A Native American Cherokee Story – Two Wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.

“One is Evil – It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

“The other is Good – It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

copied from: http://unbelievableyou.com/a-native-american-cherokee-story-two-wolves/

Pilgrims

pilgrim |ˈpilgrəm|

noun

a person who journeys to a sacred place for religious reasons.

• (usu. Pilgrim )a member of a group of English Puritans fleeing religious persecution who sailed in the Mayflower and founded the colony of Plymouth, Massachusetts, in 1620.

• a person who travels on long journeys.

verb ( pilgrims, pilgriming, pilgrimed ) [ no obj. ] archaic

travel or wander like a pilgrim.

DERIVATIVES

pilgrimize |-ˌmīz|verb( archaic)

ORIGIN Middle English: from Provençal pelegrin, from Latin peregrinus ‘foreign’ (see peregrine) .

Aren't we all pilgrims?  We are all on a journey of some sort.  A journey towards love.  A journey toward acceptance.  A journey toward knowledge. Each of us can define our life by our journeys.  Some are full of goodness, success, and joy.  For others, they are pilgrim journeys of strife, struggle, and hardtimes.  For most of us, it is a blend of good and bad, easy and difficult.  But for each of us, the journey is the most important part, not the destination.  

Enya wrote a song, Pilgrim, that you may find a map, source of hope, or evidence of camaraderie in our journey.  Embrace the pilgrim in you!

Pilgrim, how you journey
On the road you chose
To find out why the winds die
And where the stories go.

All days come from one day
That much you must know,
You cannot change what's over
But only where you go.

One way leads to diamonds,
One way leads to gold,
Another leads you only
To everything you're told.

In your heart you wonder
Which of these is true;
The road that leads to nowhere,
The road that leads to you.

Will you find the answer
In all you say and do?
Will you find the answer
In you?

Each heart is a pilgrim,
Each one wants to know
The reason why the winds die
And where the stories go.

Pilgrim, in your journey
You may travel far,
For pilgrim it's a long way
To find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
To find out who you are...

Pilgrim, it's a long way
To find out who you are...