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My Hunch Is That If We Allow Ourselves To Give Who We Really Are To The Children In Our Care, We Will In Some Way Inspire Cartwheels In Their Hearts.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

It's Very Dramatic When Two People Come Together To Work Something Out. It's Easy To Take A Gun And Annihilate Your Opposition, But What Is Really Exciting To Me Is To See People With Differing Views Come Together And Finally Respect Each Other.

We All Have Different Gifts, So We All Have Different Ways Of Saying To The World Who We Are.

Music Is The One Art We All Have Inside. We May Not Be Able To Play An Instrument, But We Can Sing Along Or Clap Or Tap Our Feet. Have You Ever Seen A Baby Bouncing Up And Down In The Crib In Time To Some Music? When You Think Of It, Some Of That Baby's First Messages From His Or Her Parents May Have Been Lullabies, Or At Least The Music Of Their Speaking Voices. All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of Hearing A Tune From Childhood And Having That Melody Evoke A Memory Or A Feeling. The Music We Hear Early On Tends To Stay With Us All Our Lives.