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By KKlsTl rKN DLETON
I was a volunteer at the Special Olympics at Woodberry Forest on May 5. Five counties were included: Rappahannock, Orange, Louisa, Culpeper and Fauquier.
I was planning to help make some child’s day special, but I was in for a surprise. As I look back now it wasn’t me that made someone’s day special, it was all of the kids that made my day special. That day had such an impact on me, I’ll remember it for eternity.
I learned a lot that day, and experienced many things which I’d be hicky to ever experience again. - Many people have the idea that you should feel sorry for those stricken with mental illness. Treating them as if they have a contagious disease, they mentally cast them inside some kind of glass house. There, the average person can look at them and see all they think there is to know about “mentally 01” human begins.
I woke up early, impatient to get there, but then I was scared of going. I kept asking myself, “How should I act around them?” or “What should I say?”
Immediately after arriving, my fears vanished. I didn’t really notice anything odd like I had expected.
I struck up a slight conversation with the girl that I was to take around to different events. She was about ten and very athletic. She never smiled or acted interested in me, though. There was a wall between us that I wanted desperately to break.
On the bus ride home, I realized that even though I hadn’t been able to break the wall between us, my day wasn’t a total failure. I had experienced a new kind of love, one I never knew existed, at least not in my world.
I don’t think it was when that little girl hugged me — for being her friend — that made me realize it. I don’t even think it was that little boy who hugged his best friend for winning when he, himself, had
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