The Healing Toddler
A month ago, I stepped through the revolving door into my physician's office, feeling both afraid of being there because of what I could find out about my health, but also knowing that I would feel afraid if I didn't come there precisely to find out. So, I felt stuck. As I scurried over to a wooden chair with a plush cushion and a Home & Garden magazine lying on top of it, I noticed there were many other patients who were carefully seated on the chairs surrounding me with frightened faces buried in magazines. Amidst, these nervous readers, I spotted a little two-year old girl who was propped up on one of these seats with her short little legs sticking horizontally out into the air. Just a moment after I sat down, I heard this little doll-like child's voice as she suddenly and fearlessly, began to sing. She was making up her own song. It was something about Santa Claus. Everyone was listening but I don't think she even was aware of how all of ... Read Full Story >>
- Posted by irongrace
- Jan 5, 2009
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Come Out and Play!
I thought it was rather odd when my friend from the nursing home asked me to motor her wheelchair through the puddles that formed from the melting snow. I didn't really get it, but I went along with it. We were out on one of our walks or what I like to call one of our"weekly strolls" because I stand and she rolls. Adhering to my friend's peculiar request, we were off on our watery wheelchair adventure! We splashed through each puddle together and came out of each experience, slightly damp and smiling. In fact, after a few puddle excursions, even I started looking out for larger and more daunting puddles to sail through until one day we were out on our stroll, and to our dismay, no puddles were to be found. They had all dried up. Keen on keeping our strolling adventure alive, we discovered something new that awaited us. As we headed down the residential street, there was a small pile of leaves. My friend asked me to roll her through ... Read Full Story >>
- Posted by irongrace
- Mar 11, 2009
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Puppy Therapy
Just two days ago my brother brought home his 6 month old puppy to stay with me and my parents for a while. My mom thought it might be a good thing for me since because I don't get out a lot in the winter due to a disability, which makes me allergic to the cold.
It has helped me a lot because instead of being home alone now I have a dog to take care of and play with. I want to say thank you to everyone that trains dogs for therapy.
- Posted by irongrace
- Aug 16, 2008
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Don't Just Hear. Listen.
Lately I've been trying to listen more. What does this mean? Well, instead of just hearing the conversation I actually take in every word of it no matter if the subject is interesting to me or not.
I had a conversation with my uncle, who is a bit eccentric and has "different" views on things. But i heard every word he said. Through our conversation I learned that calculators weren't being used in post secondary school in the 70's. He also said he wishes people wouldn't throw out items in good condition. He picks them up and gives them to those in need. I wouldn't have thought this would be something he did.
So the next time you have a conversation about something your not interested in, just listen harder. Maybe you are just not hearing what is being said.
- Posted by irongrace
- May 23, 2008
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