April 11, 2009

DISABLITY IS COMMON TO ALL IN DIFFERENT OCCASSIONS BUT IF IT IS PERMENANT IN ONE'S LIFE THINK IT A WHILE!.

I EXPERIENCED PERSONALLY WHEN I WAS A SPECIAL EDUCATOR. EVERNONE IN THE WORLD SHOULD KNOW ABOUT THEM AND MUST DEVELOPE THE TENDENCY OF HELPING THEM. SHARE THE EXPERIENCES AND ASK EVERYONE TO HELP THEM

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  1. Perhapz I'd like to share a story with U:
    I read this, a couple of weeks back in some Tamil magazine.
    It was under the header, "OONAM, MANATHIL ILLAI!".
    It'd be something like this, if I give you the exact translation in English:

    I'm a retired government employee, living in my hometown. I once had to visit my grandson, who was living in Trichy, a city, far away from my hometown. He was with my daughter and son- in- law. {My urgency in visiting him arouse as fast as I had a phone call from my daughter which announced, "Your grandson fractured his knee, when he was frolickin with his fellas". }

    I reached the Common bus terminus and then grabbed an autorickshaw. As the autorickshaw stopped by a traffic signal, there came a handicapped beggar, begging for alms. I gave him the only 10 rupee bill I had. I don't think, I'm a philanthropist, but that day, I had some feeling deep within my heart which asserted, "Your grandson will be okay, he'll get walk in a few days, 'cause you've helped this lame guy". It was not late when the autowala started complaining, "Why do you encourage beggars like him sir? Can't they, work? Can't they earn their livelihood with that?"
    I was presently angry, and replied, "Will you keep you god damn mouth shut! Didn't you see he was lame? How do you expect him to work? How come you people realize their burden? After all you guys charge Rs. 100 for a journey which is worth only Rs. 50! You must be meciless to blame a lame guy"
    I poured out my anger with all the words I could invent, but he didn't tell a word in return!
    As we reached the destination, I handed over a hundred rupee bill, but the meter showed up Rs, 70.
    He asked me, "You don't have a change, do you?"
    I was angry again! I yelled, "You guys are supposed to have! I can't wait for you under this hot son. Let me stay inside your auto rickshaw! Get it changed soon!"
    again, he didn't bid me a word in return!




    And then,
    Tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw him walk down to the nearby provisions with his two legs, where his second leg was a walking stick.

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  2. Hola Sir,
    I'm ZB (2 b pronounced in apt American english as Z= Zee, B= Bee), son of, Mrs. Uma Rani Sekar, P. U. H. S. , Vattanam!

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