You’re exactly who you are supposed to be. I know this is a little different from the regular blog you may read someplace else, but I have something to say which needs to be said.
Today, someone close to me told of how he had turned in the paperwork to get assistance with his disability.
When asked, “What disability?”
He replied, “You know that I’m slow. I’ve been slow ever since I was in that wreck and had brain damage. I’m slow and feel like giving up”
When he said that, I went back in time, twenty years ago, to my mechanic’s shop. I was there to pick my Suburban and I was about to pay a lady I considered my friend. She had been there in the office to help me every time I had my cars serviced for ten years or more. We always had great talks and she was a great person.
As she gave me the receipt for the work done, I told her I would see her next week when I brought in my other vehicle.
She smiled sweetly and said, “I won’t be here next week. The new manager told me this Friday will be my last day.”
“Why?” I stupidly asked.
“He said I’m slow, you know mentally, slow.”
She saw the anguish in my face and said, “Its okay, Bille. I know I’m slow. I’ve always known it. Its okay he wants me to leave, too. I’ll spend more time with my kids. My kids ain’t slow, they’re smart.”
I started to say something stupid again but she cut me off.
“You know, in school everyone said I was stupid. When I got married and had my babies, I learned I wasn’t stupid. My husband never told me I was stupid, or slow. He just told me he loved me. I was pretty. I was the one he wanted to spend his life with. Then when my babies were born, they needed me and loved me just the way I am. They don’t think I’m slow. They think I’m Mom.”
We both laughed.
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