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Show 281 Climbing Grief Mountain "Just hang up the phone and write what's in your heart," he had said. I have come up to a tall and hard wall in my writing and, with a deadline looming, called my father's cousin. He has worked his entire adult life writing for and editing and managing newspapers and I thoroughly respect his opinions and advise. I am sitting at my computer and suddenly flushed with remembering speaking with Faith not too long ago. I want a break. I just want a break from it all. One short, small break. If I Could Walk in Your Shoes Disability Awareness Day can be an interesting phenomenon. Occasionally, the activities take on an unusual twist. Sometimes those who otherwise do not have a disability "put on " a disability for a designated day. They borrow a wheelchair and wish for curb cuts, ramps and elevators. Or they don blindfolds and feel their way around their suddenly unfamiliar world. Maybe they stuff their ears into deafness and try to read lips for just one day. They learn some things about disability. At the end ofthe day they get out ofthe wheelchair, take off the blindfold or unplug their ears. The day is over, the lessons learned, and life goes on. |
