I just finished a little project I've been wanting to put together: a slide show of my family, to Bob Dylan's "Forever Young." I love this song...it's such a powerful blessing to bestow on anyone. So I've been going through my huge box of photos that never got put in albums. It was hard to narrow down the selection and laborious to scan them at Walgreens.
I have to admit it was a bittersweet experience to go through all these pictures. After all the severe behavioral and emotional problems many of the kids had during their teen years, and which many continue to have in young adulthood, sometimes it's hard to remember all the good times. But the pictures don't lie...there were moments of great joy, adventure, fun, and love. I was determined that all my kids, despite their disabilities, would have a normal childhood, including not only the fun parts, but the responsibilities, too.
Five of my children no longer keep in touch with me. I've tried to include at least one picture of each kiddo, but my focus was on the ones who remain part of our family life...the ones who learned some of the values expressed in the song.
Well, well...it's been quite a week. When I posted a simple statement on the Oak Cliff Bicycle Company site, expressing my opinion that the poster and theme for the Kennedy Assassination Bike Race was in poor taste, and followed it with a blog entry on my own personal blog, I never expected such a furor. Many folks have expressed agreement that the poster was offensive, and a poll conducted on the CBS 11 News site found that 76% of those participating thought that the poster was "A bad idea-It's offensive."
But there has been a vocal minority, mostly young cyclists, who have defended the poster and theme, many leveling personal attacks at me. Most have accused me of wanting censorship, though I never asked that the poster be removed. I have been called a "nosy old busybody." (I guess that means I'm interested in history, current events, and what goes on in my society and community.) Another person characterized me as "a humorless bore." (My friends actually consider me fairly witty, but I don't see anything humorous in assassination, violence, or intentionally causing people pain.) I have been compared to Sarah Palin (scratching head)!?!? My spinal condition and my weight have been fodder for snide remarks, and one person stated, "Her son is a schizophreniac (sic)," as if that were the punchline of a joke.
The most amusing comments were those that suggested that I find something more constructive to do with my time. One such comment read:
Surely, in this day and age, you can find plenty of other things to spend your energy on changing or speaking out against. There’s all sorts of injustices in the world and in our home state. Might I suggest volunteering at the local animal shelter, feeding the homeless on Thanksgiving, visiting the elderly at a local nursing home or something else equally noble to get you away from your computer?
Once I stopped chuckling, I informed this helpful young lady that I had adopted 10 kids with disabilities, raised them as a single parent, provided therapy to disabled kids for 30 years, help take care of my 91 year old blind disabled mother, and have rescued 5 animals from shelters. To both of the people who suggested that I do something to better the world, I asked what exactly THEY had done to contribute to the common good. Strangely, neither responded. It is SO typical of that generation to think they are superior and qualified to lecture someone more than twice their age about how to live their life!
I hope that these folks aren't representative of an entire generation. I see people who are self-absorbed, hedonistic, and amoral. They don't build anything up; they only tear things down. Everything is a joke, and the more insulting or degrading, the better. They don't have respect for anyone or anything. They have the attitude that "anything goes," at least anything THEY want to do. Their mantra is "whatever." To me, they are pathetic: empty, lost souls with no moral compass.
But, I didn't intend for this to be a rant. I must admit, I'm not feeling very charitable towards these folks after all their comments this week. I was sending some mental arrows their way: I hope you have freezing rain for your race, I hope a construction truck drops a case of nails on your route, I hope you get a bad case of hemorrhoids. (Actually I have read one report that the race may have to be cancelled because the organizers did not get a permit for use of the park.)
But, rather than cursing their moral retardation, I'll send them a blessing. This is what I wish for them (in the words of Bob Dylan):
I worked as a pediatric occupational therapist for 30 years, in both the public schools and in the home health setting. I was on long-term disability for 2 years, but it ran out. I'm hoping to open a new type of practice within the year. I'm a single adoptive mom of 10 children (all now adults) with special needs, including cerebral palsy, spina bifida, dwarfism, developmental delay, traumatic brain injury, and schizophrenia. I am also a dog lover, heart attack survivor, proud Boomer, occasional poet, progressive Democrat, and a pretty nice person.
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