I am the child who cannot talk. You often pity me, I see it in your
eyes. You wonder how much i am aware of...I see that as well. I am
aware of much...wether you are happy, sad, or fearful, patient or
impatient, full of love and desire, or if you are just doing your
duty by me. I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far
greater, for I cannot express myself nor my needs as you do. I AM
THE CHILD WHO CANNOT TALK
I am the child who cannot walk. The world seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair, to run and play like other children. There is so much you take for granted. I want
the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I have
dropped my fork again. ...
My gift to you is to make you aware of your great fortune, your
healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself. I AM THE
CHILD WHO CANNOT WALK.
I am the child who is mentally impaired. I dont learn easily, if you
judge me by the worlds' measuring stick. What i do know is the
infinite joy in the little things. ...My gift to you is to grant you
the freedom to enjoy things as a child, to teach you how much your
arms around me means, to give you love. I AM THE CHILD WHO IS MENTALLY IMPAIRED.
I am the disabled child. I am your teacher. If you will allow me, I
will teach you what is really important in life... I fight you with
my innocent trust, my dependency upon you. I teach you of respect
for others and their uniqueness. ... I teach you about how very
precious this life really is and about not taking things for
granted. ...Most of all I teach you of Hope and Faith. I AM THE
DISABLED CHILD.
Author Unknown