I am a Teacher of the Strong.
The one who have endured the pains of needles, endless doctors’ appointments and weeks in the hospital.
The one who still smiles and says, ‘I forgive them’ after being bullied at recess for ‘being different’.
The one who can’t get through the doorway because people are too preoccupied with being somewhere else.
The one who screams and embraces himself because the world is too overstimulating for him.
The one who took years to walk as a child and has never taken that gift for granted!
The one who never could say ‘Mommy’ until he was five and his determination inspired all who heard his trembling voice.
The one who was told he was to die before the age of ten and now is celebrating his sixteenth birthday.
The one who was given cynical stares when she joined the high school dance class but truly taught others how to dance from the heart.
The one who knows the bitterness of chronic pain but daily continues to show deep empathy for others.
I know the true Strong because my vocation is to teach them.
But ironically, they teach me far more than my heart could ever hold.
For they are the Strong that are forgotten by weak.
I am a Teacher of the Strong!
I am a Teacher of Special Needs!
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