It is a wondrous thing that if you manage a small thing like a silent smile at me, unfocused eyes trying so hard to see me... a haphazard touch by your hand, planted somewhere on my body when we play wrestle on the floor. I feel your life, your significance, your purpose. I become happiness, I become healed. I understand my purpose... you are my gift...
Saturday, 21 April 2012
Purpose of this blog
Disability - caring for the disabled. Opinions of carers and friends of the disabled. Versorging van gestremde mense - menings van versorgers en vriende van gestremde mense
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