But, the first place paper from one such contest I hosted on the topic of disability has been on my mind for the last few weeks, because I now find myself in a disability situation...ironically. We have a schoolbased network system of folders where we are able to upload everything we design, powerpoints, documents, pictures, etc online to be used and accessed from anywhere: at work, at home, whatever. This was a great thing when I first began work there, because it takes away the need to carry around cd roms and/or thumb drives. But, after being out of work for much of the last two years, the system has updated a few times, and the interface is not funtioning the same as before. Though I can still get in, it doesn't seem to allow me to download anything to my computer from my folders online.
But, now with so many places online available to store data, I was able to copy mass quantities of data to a third party site today as a middleman site for about thirty minutes, and then download them from there to my computer here at home, before deleting them from the third party site. Nice!
So, I found the winning disability essay. And, I cried reading it all over again. I had loved it when I first received it. The little girl had shown such sensitivity to the idea of the possibility of herself having a handicapped Mom. She had expressed so much acceptance and love for her Mom, even if she were to be in a wheelchair totally paralyzed; unable to say "I love you," anymore. The idea in my mind when I assigned the topic had been human worth, what is it about a person that makes them loved? Is love neccessarily performance based. Ironically, I found my answers for myself.
Now, looking back, and reading these words of love and acceptance that I think I paid an mp3 player for; I feel like I got an extremely high return. As I've always said, children are my reversed heritage. I invested myself heavily in my students for 30 years. The dividends are just starting to come in now.