The really great thing about Old Country Buffet is that you can go back for a second helping of rich chocolate cake with a dollop of creamy vanilla frozen yogurt. The really bad thing about Old Country Buffet is that you can go back for a second helping of rich chocolate cake with a dollop of creamy vanilla frozen yogurt.
That segue into this paragraph is probably not as smooth as the frozen yogurt on my chocolate cake, but we’re here. And we’re talking about the tiny seats on the school bus in which I rode on Friday. Really! The seats were made for mini muffins. The extra wide aisle to accommodate the wheel chairs forces the bench to be much smaller and only allows for two small children.
When my new little friend across the wide aisle verbally instructed me to fasten my seat belt? I smiled meekly and didn’t let her see me roll my eyes. Hey sweetie….fat Chance. In addition to the squeeze, there wasn’t anywhere near enough strap.
Riding with handicapped students on a bus is just one of the experiences afforded me through my on call status with the school district. I’ve been learning a great deal about special education and the children who receive it. What really surprised me are the people who provide it. They work hard for rare moments. They get discouraged but don’t stop. They smile. They encourage. I think they cry when no one is looking.
And more than anything, I can see that the really bad thing about their jobs is also the really great thing about their jobs.
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Ps. No, I do not plan to try and fill the shoes of one of these people. I already know I don’t fit in their seats. (Thank you Old Country Buffet.)
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