Joy
A small word with a lot of meaning…
Every morning we get up, get dressed, eat our breakfast and then it is off to work in our different cars. We do this every day without thinking how lucky we are that we’re able to do this, or how privileged we are that we’re able to do it all by ourselves.
I am a teacher at a school for disabled learners and since I started teaching there four years ago, I was compelled to look at the normal things we do every day in a different way.
When I am on bus duty we start early to receive children coming to school in taxis. It is amazing to see them get of the taxis all smiling and so full of joy, this after getting up at 3 or 4 o’clock in the morning sometimes in a lot of pain, they had someone dressing them, feeding them and helping them get on their transport.
I was amazed and started thinking about how I feel every day, did I emit this joy when someone look at me? Do you emit this kind of joy when someone look at you? And we don’t have pain we are normal not disabled.
Just something to think about.