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Kerry, we care about you and the memories you share here. We thought you’d like to look back on this post from 4 years ago.
Kerry Kijewski, August 28, 2013
I have a dream…that one day we’ll live in a world where not only people of all ethnicities and cultures and religions will live together in harmony, but as far as we’ve come with that, we still have a long way to go: for black and white and yellow and brown, for women, and for LGBT too. I have a dream that as far as we’ve come with accepting all people included above, that the next step is to bring people of all disabilities into that list.
I have a dream that one day, people all over the world will recognize that people with disabilities of all kinds, physical, mental, or intellectual will be received and given the chance to prove that they have something to offer, each and every one of them.
I have a dream that one day…we will be given the same chances and opportunities to show the rest of the world just what we are capable of…that we have love and intelligence and dedication just like anyone else, and that we are just as eager to help out, make a difference, simply to participate in the world we share, to function and thrive as willing citizens, in our neighbourhoods, our communities, and as part of the bigger world’s stage.
I have a dream that people with all disabilities will one day live in a world where we are judged not by our lack of sight or hearing or mobility, but by our hearts, our minds, and our gifts, talents, and abilities. I have a dream that we will one day be taken seriously as contributing members of society…that we may be given just the same opportunities in ife to let our skills show and our hard work shine through, without the fear of being thought of as less than…I have a dream…
Fifty years ago, Martin Luther King Jr. gave his historic “I Have a Dream” speech… Fifty years later…I have given mine…there’s hope yet, I know there is.
I appreciate the reminder of my relative size. There are bigger things in life that I must remember still.
I’m thankful I could have a day in Toronto with my sister, brother, niece, and nephew.
A dinosaur really dwarfs you by comparison.
I’m thankful I got to see the blue whale exhibit at the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum).
I got to feel a exact sized replica of a blue whale brain.
I’m thankful my niece and nephew seemed to get so much out of the museum.
Then we got up close with a replica of the blow hole.
It was just nice to see, that although there was the usual amount of youthful restlessness, we were still able to show them things that they found interesting.
Mostly dinosaur or other, more modern animal stuff.
I’m thankful for all the new sounds my niece is now making regularly.
At six months old her vocabulary of sound is really growing.
I swear I hear words sometimes. No rush. It just makes me smile, whatever she’s saying.
I’m thankful my rough draft of my SiriusXM piece was so well received.
The editor said she was swamped, but couldn’t help listening to the thirteen-minute piece.
Her positive feedback was encouraging.
I’m thankful I got to see my brother play music at my town’s local fair.
The small crowd size left a lot to be desired, but it was more of a nostalgia thing than anything else.
I’m thankful for things to do and places to be away from the loud noises while the roof was being fixed…
I’m thankful for a yearly catch-up lunch.
She started out as my pupil aid when I was in grade one.
Then, as I needed it more and more, she learned braille and became my braille transcriber.
Back before computers were much of a real option, in the 90s, I would braille out my schoolwork on a manual braille machine and she would transcribe the assignments, in print underneath, for my teachers to read and mark.
That was years ago, she has moved on with working with other students in the meantime, but we still like to catch up every now and again.
We discussed my writing and her summer travels out east with family.
I’m thankful for a nice time out with a friend at a place that smells like chocolate and has delicious lattes with vanilla sugar.
It’s not my choice for a chocolate shop, all sugar free and vegan, but it wasn’t a bad spot for a drink.
I’m thankful for stories of history.
Regal. Often stilted. The music of the latest movie about Jacqueline Kennedy/Onassis was heartbreaking and real.
It was based on an interview she granted a week after John’s assassination. She spoke to her priest first and then the journalist.
I don’t know why I am fascinated with this part of still fairly recent history, as the exact graphic details of the killing are horrifying and this film does not shy away from that.
I am fascinated by the history of the 60s as a whole, for many reasons, as a time of real upheaval, feeling eerily similar to now.
From John F. Kennedy to Martin Luther King, Jr. From “all men” to “all men and women and all of us” in the twenty-first century and fifty years on and onward.
I don’t wish to strictly compare or relate, but this stuff is similar in my experience, but mine alone.
Self evident indeed.