Disabled

There are two schools directly at the back of our house--one is like center for the autistic children, and one is a school for the hearing impaired. Almost every morning, there will always be a program for the kids that involves loud party or childrens' music. Sometimes you can hear the hearing impaired children singing monotonously (since of course, they have minimal ideas about tone).

It got me thinking how it feels to be disabled. How does it feel to be distinctively different, to know that you will carry this difference all throughout your life? To feel as if people look to you with pity? To feel like you cannot do some, or a lot of things "normal" people can do?

And yet, sometimes, I feel like they are blessed in a way. Blessed because many of them are innocent and pure. Blessed because they are not tainted with the corruptness of this world. They are isolated from evilness, malice, and seemingly complicated things in this life. They are held accountable for lesser things, because their hearts and minds are sincere with everything that they do.

I guess I can say that we are blessed in different ways. =)

Wala lang! Gooooodmorning! =)

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To Do List

1. prepare D-group message for my first D-group ever with my girls!! :3

2. read Anatomy handouts (kinda thankful that I am now able to comprehend it)

3. upload report in Early Adulthood in Yahoo groups

4. paint my nails! :))

-Geline.=]