In regards to Michael Savage, a true moron with a complete lack of intelligence, I have this to say: You, sir, are an idiot.
If you want to combat stupidity like this (and have one of the best experiences of your LIFE while doing so), may I suggest finding a local Special Olympics and volunteering your time? I can guarantee that you will come back from that happier than you've felt in a long time, and with a new respect for the hardship that parents of a child with a mental disability (and physical, I don't mean to count that out, either) face every day. And then see that all that hard work makes some truly amazing human beings in the end. (And I'm not talking about the athletes. *G*)
You won't regret it, I promise. And may I say that my sister happens to be a three-time NATIONAL champion soccer goalie and freestyle swimmer? Because we're pretty damn proud of her gold medals. And now I'm tearing up, but in the best way possible. <3 (Sunday was the FORTIETH anniversary for the Special Olympics. Pretty awesome.)
- Spock is::
thankful
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Congrats to your multi-talented sister! Soccer AND swimming! GO HER!
*hugs*
*MASSIVE SQUEEZY HUGS*
You rock. Really.
Mae
*hugs*
I LOVE YOU. You are strong, compassionate, and outspoken. All of which = ILU.
But your sister is amazing. ♥
She really, really is. :D
As a Special Education professional the words I chose for Savage were far more uhm. ADVANCED.
You, however, are the polar opposite. <3
*nods* I've often wished that people would open their eyes and their heart enough to know that.
Side note: I hate the word "retard". Hate. It.
Your sister sounds amazing, a wonderful inspiration to others. Sadly, my sister couldn't participate in the Special Olympics but we attended them when we could.
My sis is pretty frickin' amazing, and a lot of it is due to my step mom never giving up. Not once. That woman is my absolute hero.
I'm sorry she didn't get to participate! But going was an amazing experience for her, I'd bet my life on it. Those were her peers being cheered on! Being carried on shoulders! I want to hug that sis of yours and make her a medal all of her own. <3
I got all misty reading about your sister and her achievements. Big props to her and to your family for helping her get what she needs to thrive.
My sis is pretty amazing. i don't talk about her often online, because she's special, but not in the sense that school systems want to define her. :D She's... pretty amazing. *hugs*
And GO your sister.
Oh my GOD, you win everything that is. I give you every medal, trophy, banner, gift certificate, etc. that there is.
WELL DONE. *starts a slow clap for you!!*
And your sis sounds AWESOME!
She is!!! <3 <3 <3
Go your sister. Her accomplishments are phenomenal.
I am so proud of what my sister can do for herself, and how hard my family worked to make sure she wasn't incapable of some of the basics. Very proud. (And thank you, very much.)
But hooray for your sister! Those are, indeed, impressive accomplishments for anyone, but especially for someone with those sorts of challenges. *hugs*
And I will completely agree with you on my sister's awesomeness. HEE!
I spent several years volunteering for the Special Olympics when I was in Jr High and HS, and it was hands down one of the most incredible experiences I ever had. I learned more from the participants than they could possibly have learned from me. And I think that it also directly affected how I handled becoming the parent of a child with autism years later.
~Lisa
Working with the SPecial Olympics is one of the great moments in my life - I'm so happy you had that experience, too! (And that it laid the foundation for you being an awesome mom in your own right!)
::hugs::
*SQUISH!*
I volunteer every year. One of my friends brother is 'special'. When Morgan was little I used to take her in her school's cheerleader outfit, with pom poms & she'd yell & cheer for everybody. She's got too much going on now, but one of the first things she said about moving to the larger city where she's going to college is, "I can volunteer for the Special Olympics!" Plus one of the jobs offered on campus is some type of program for special needs kids & between my brother the paranoid schizophrenic, & her 'babysitting' my friend's brother, she's qualified. Except of course we don't call it the horrible BS word to him, that'd freak him out. He thinks she's just coming over to hang out & make brownies & go swimming & play guitar hero.