The large sanctuary was filled with people, and the sounds of hushed whispers, sniffles, and the occasional cough echoed off of the high ceilings. Sitting on the second row, The Friend watched as the family of her lifelong best friend shuffled in slowly. They took their places on the row in front of her, and she reached up to squeeze the shoulder of Sarah’s mom. She had always called Sue her second mom, and she felt an even greater bond with Sue now that her only daughter had died. In Sarah’s absence, The Friend was all Sue had.Read More
The train jolted at the turn, pulling all of its passengers like a slingshot to the left. Their bodies moved first, their heads helplessly following. Some unfortunate passengers, who happened to be out of their seats at that exact moment, struggled to stay on their feet, grabbing at the seats, armrests or handrails. One lady had been returning to her seat with a fresh cup of hot coffee, letting out a curse as the hot liquid spilled onto her arm and the floor below.Read More
It is a noisy time in which we live, and countless voices drift throughout our days and our nights. Unless we are among the most disciplined of people, the moments have become rare when we allow our souls the rest and quiet that they so desperately need.
Instead, we consume. More and more, deeper and deeper, we fill the seconds and minutes and hours of our days with voices, words, images, messages. Often, we don’t even recognize that the media we consume is not only providing our entertainment, but feeding our affections.Read More
When we first found ourselves navigating the world of Down syndrome, I had no idea what I was doing. I came to the table with very little factual knowledge on Down syndrome and quite a lot of preconceived notions and outdated cultural stereotypes. Through the course of time and the process of educating ourselves, my family has been able to put to rest many misguided beliefs that drove our fears and provoked our insecurities. I have come to realize that a diagnosis of Down syndrome does not mean life will be horrible; it is not the ultimate dream-crusher that I originally assumed it would be.Read More
Recently, I read a story about a baby boy born in 1982, known to us only as Baby Doe. Interestingly, this baby who had no name quickly became the center of national debate over the sanctity of human life.
In the court of public opinion, some found this newborn baby boy to be guilty of two grave offenses. First, he had Down syndrome. Somehow, he had managed to breeze through pregnancy without being detected, thus taking away his parents’ ability to abort him in the womb. Second, he was born with a (surgically correctable) condition known as tracheoesophagael fistual. Yet while a nearby hospital and its medical team were ready and willing to perform surgery on him, Baby Doe’s parents chose instead to follow the archaic and biased advice of the mother’s obstetrician…and they did nothing.Read More
The tip of the morning sun touched the horizon, sending forth stunning rays of orange, pink, and purple to color the skies above me. I slowly awakened from my deep sleep to the picturesque scene. Birds sang their songs of the dawn as they welcomed this new day with joy. But as I lay there, I only felt the familiar ache that had greeted me in my first moments of every day for the last seven years.
There is something about the raw awakening of a soul in the morning that has the ability to draw out the deepest griefs of the heart. For the last seven years now, this same pain had been mine to bear. It was a ritual I had come to both dread and embrace; it was my walk of grief.Read More