Different . . . Not for Whimps – Steve Poteete-Marshall

Beautiful Poem Written for Different iz Good . . . Spread the Word by Pastor Steve Poteete-Marshall.  Thank you Steve!

Different is Good

A different way of speaking
of Standing
of sitting

Who sticks out in the normal crowd?

A different way of thinking
A different way of writing
A different way of socializing

Who does not know the right rules?

A different way of playing
A different way of working
A different way of relaxing

Who does not blend in?

We look
We act
We sound
We smell
We hear
Differently!

But we are all the same

We breathe the same air
We taste the same water
We feel the same sun
We hear the best of life
We are all part of creation

No better, no worse, than another

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Holland ~ A Different Place Than Planned ~ Different is Beautiful

Welcome to Holland
by Emily Perl Kingsley


I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…

windmills

When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous vacation trip – to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. Michelangelo’s David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”

“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.”

But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.

RembrandtSo you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around… and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills… and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss.

But… if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things … about Holland.

Copyright © 1987 by Emily Perl Kingsley
All Rights Reserved

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A Friend Like Me – Poem by Tracey Porreca

I wanted to share this poem as it blends so well with our message! Thanks Geri Kochis for bringing this one to my attention.

Lillian Darnell ~ Awesome and Special Friend

A FRIEND LIKE ME

by Tracey (Sandrock) Porreca

Please don’t be afraid of me
I want to be your friend.
And if you get to know me
Your rigid thoughts might bend

Thoughts that I am different
From others that you know,
I really am no different
And this I’d like to show

I live and breathe and laugh and cry
I love to play and learn,
I sometimes do things differently
Which can cause some concern

You see, some say I’m special
I guess this much is true,
But if you were to ask me
I’d say you’re special too

We’re all a little different
No two are just the same,
It’s really something wonderful
that way there is no blame

When things don’t go just perfectly
And others get confused,
And say things like “poor child”
and other terms they use

It’s okay if you look at me
And might not understand,
It’s okay if you touch me
And even hold my hand

My life has many obstacles
Much more than you could know,
But that’s not what I dwell on
I’m me, that’s all, and so…

Please don’t be afraid of me
I want you just to see,
How truly great and wonderful
A friend like me can be

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