Revolution for the disabled

We have all read about revolutions. People took a stand for something they passionately believed in. People lost their lives for the “cause”. Great stories, plays, and music have been inspired by revolutions. Do we think revolutionary causes always belong tucked safely away in a book or passionately displayed on the stage?

What about a different kind of revolution? A revolution that stands for those who have no or little voice; a revolution for the weak who face adversity every day of their lives.  I am speaking of a revolution for those who are poorly treated, maligned, jeered at, overlooked, and ignored.  Disabled children and adults are treated by many as freaks, weirdoes, or outcasts. The more refined in society politely overlook or say a kind word when deemed necessary. Few try to understand the everyday struggle they go through.

I was raised with an aunt who had cerebral palsy, and I have several close friends with disabilities. When I went out with my family, I felt the different reactions that people had. Some people showed pity, others tried to look away; no one drew close. I learned to have compassion for people who were different. I knew that we really were the same. We had the same feelings, same taste in clothing, same desire to do something with our lives. My mouth or hands may not work the same as a person with disabilities. My question- Does that really matter?

These people with disabilities have a heart, a mind, and feelings. Sometimes there are things trapped inside that can’t be openly expressed, but they are there all the same. A child with a disability would love to be asked to play baseball. If asked, that child is the last pick and pushed aside during the “action.”  A man or woman with a disability has a passion for life, a desire to be loved, and a voice that needs to be heard. How often do people stop, take the time to listen to or understand what those passions and desires are?

There is a quiet revolutionary force that acts on the behalf of these people. They are friends, family, caregivers, and advocates. They take time, listen, sacrifice, and dream that a better life could be around the corner. Some of these people are in homes that offer a rich, understanding environment for children or adults. I worked as a student nurse in a small, one of a kind home for children. We were a family. These children made inroads. Everyday was a victory. We loved, we played, we cried, we lived. These children were my heroes; my role models. Many of these children were able to move out as adults and get jobs. They are an active, valid part of society.

Institutions are an alternative offered to many. They offer cold corridors and staff who are too busy to listen. If a family can no longer provide care, this could be the only alternative for someone unable to care for him or herself. My aunt was placed in an institution, as an adult, and lost what function she had gained as a young person. Television became her closest and only friend.

Children need help getting from the basics to the more difficult tasks. Equipping families to care for and train their children results in success. Adults can use encouragement. They need jobs; they need friends, and people on the job that come alongside of them. It’s easy to be petty and look down on people; a human being invests in the lives of others.

When will people join in the revolution for the disabled and sound the cry? Some of the revolutionaries may not completely understand the cause. Isn’t that true of past revolutions? A few had the vision; many were caught up in the energy. A revolution where people openly take a stand for the disabled is worth the effort. Many win – no one loses. The disabled will follow the revolutionaries to the end. Who will raise the standard?


I am a female veteran. I served for six years in the United States Navy. I am proud to have served my country. It was an honor to be in a position that assured the safety of the innocent and  the helpless.

Why do some look down on people who lay down their lives for others? No one likes war. We all prefer peace. A perfect world offers peace. The imperfect world offers dissension that often leads to a battle of sorts.

Where would your children be if men and women had not stood in the balance?

Thank a veteran today for their willingness to protect you and yours.

new things in the horizon

How often do we focus on those people in our society who are living in adversity? Doesn’t the American life obsess on physical beauty, achievement, talent? I am entering a potential writing project with an amazing individual. There is potential to develop a series. Our primary target audience is children with disabilities. Our secondary target is children with difficult lives. Because of Robert’s disabilities, we have some potential funding.
We want children who don’t live in the “beautiful” life to be encouraged. Children need to know it’s okay to be different.

The Specter of Old Age

The invisible specter

Has come to rob once again

It takes away vitality

Replacing it with weakness

The specter creeps in to change a comely visage

It disturbs the pleasant view in the mirror

something unrecognizable is in its place

Its shadow is cast into the very marrow of a man

frailty and uncertainty remain

For some the specter reaches into the very recesses of the mind

There the spoils are often the richest

It takes away years of careful study

plundering a lifetime of memories

The specter leaves in its wake a form

bent, gaunt, empty,  colorless

The specter gives nothing

It leaves nothing


Oh to be sixteen again

Living with everything ahead nothing behind

Dreaming of important decisions looming in the distance

Anticipating the ups and downs of love

Physically at your best

No aches no pains no flab

The world awaiting your input

Every star holding a promise

Every kiss holding a dream

The mind gearing up for great exploration

The soul taking in love and goodness

Looking for …

I seek the approval of…

a lover

a friend

an intellect

a poet

an artist

Hoplessly flawed

no one to


into my eyes

at the stars

tell me…

Won’t someone share…

life with me




Come write a …


a treatise

a legacy

a love song

with me

Can anyone find me???

Am I flawed because I want someone to look in my eyes
Is love really that hard to find
Am I defective
Isn’t it natural to be needed
I don’t want to dominate
I’m not seeking my will
I’m looking for someone to share life with
To discover
To laugh with
To cry with

he loved her so / in the darkness / of the night

La Luna

La Luna is clothed
in a garment of shimmery white
She dances and sways
to the starry ritornelle
She gazes over her shoulder
She catches her reflection
She beams at her radiant beauty
All who gaze upon her delight and marvel at her

La Luna is enshrouded in a covering of darkness
She is surrounded by silence
She shivers in emptiness
No audience marvels at her beauty
No chorus sings as she dances
She is alone in the loneliest of places – The Cosmos


What are you searching for? We are all looking for something: love,fame, a change, meaning to life.  Don’t lose yourself as you are searching. Some of us do and then frantically have to find our way back. If you are a writer, express yourself and keep it fresh. If you are a painting, give yourself to the canvas. An athlete, put your heart and soul into the training and then the event.

Simply put: search but don’t get lost!!!!


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