Attitudes Are Caught, Not Taught.

Part Of The Problem With The Word 'disabilities' Is That It Immediately Suggests An Inability To See Or Hear Or Walk Or Do Other Things That Many Of Us Take For Granted. But What Of People Who Can't Feel? Or Talk About Their Feelings? Or Manage Their Feelings In Constructive Ways? What Of People Who Aren't Able To Form Close And Strong Relationships? And People Who Cannot Find Fulfillment In Their Lives, Or Those Who Have Lost Hope, Who Live In Disappointment And Bitterness And Find In Life No Joy, No Love? These, It Seems To Me, Are The Real Disabilities.

When We Treat Children's Play As Seriously As It Deserves, We Are Helping Them Feel The Joy That's To Be Found In The Creative Spirit. We're Helping Ourselves Stay In Touch With That Spirit, Too. It's The Things We Play Withand The People Who Help Us Play That Make A Great Difference In Our Lives.

I Wonder If We Might Pledge Ourselves To Remember What Life Is Really All About—not To Be Afraid That We're Less Flashy Than The Next, Not To Worry That Our Influence Is Not That Of A Tornado, But Rather That Of A Grain Of Sand In An Oyster! Do We Have That Kind Of Patience?

When I Was A Boy And I Would See Scary Things In The News, My Mother Would Say To Me, "look For The Helpers. You Will Always Find People Who Are Helping.

We Live In A World In Which We Need To Share Responsibility. It's Easy To Say "it's Not My Child, Not My Community, Not My World, Not My Problem." Then There Are Those Who See The Need And Respond. I Consider Those People My Heroes.