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Show 238 Carved In Tin Foil It is family night. We sing songs, have a lesson about something to help us along our way in life, have treats and play games. Tonight our oldest son is teaching the lesson and as he begins, I glimpse a silver glint on the floor behind his back. He is speaking about living up to our true potential and growing our talents and suddenly he reaches behind his back and retrieves several small foil-covered pieces of cardboard and hands one to each of us. "So now I want you to write down a goal," he is saying. "Some talent you need to work on. Or maybe just something you've always wanted to do." He is handing us blunt yellow pencils. We shortly discover that if our written goals are not to be carved in stone, they are certainly capable of being etched into tin foil. This child is growing up quickly. Yet there is a boyish satisfaction I can see in his eyes and I know he is happy with his idea as he watches us ponder what to write on our tablets of foil. I do not want to disappoint him and I am thinking of things I would like to accomplish that would use my latent talents. Of course I have considered for some time the possibilities of doing advocacy for other people with disabilities - and, indeed, many people have come to me to glean from my experiences - but |