The Importance Of An Open Mind

The bleak morning of Sunday, October 4th, 2010, discovered me huddled in opposition to my mom’s automobile, the climate far too chilly for my sweatshirt and denims ensemble. A espresso cup, too small to make a dent in my sleep debt, was clutched in my fingers. I used to be inspecting the reflection of my criminally brilliant t-shirt on the facet of the automobile whereas mentally getting ready myself for the occasion forward: the Buddy Stroll.

Down Syndrome has been a serious a part of my life since I used to be two, when my little sister was launched into a brand new and hostile world largely ignorant to her wants. It didn’t take me lengthy to morph into the protecting, supportive older sister I can nonetheless boast as we speak; ever since I can bear in mind I’ve been supplying phrases for her when the adults don’t perceive, adjusting the sport so she will be able to play, too, grumbling solely a bit when she performs one among her Houdini stunts and disappears from proper beneath our noses.

Due to her I’ve realized to take a look at the world with new eyes, to take a second look and actually really feel one thing about what I see. Her life is the occasion that has made me in a position to say that I’m an open-minded individual.

The Buddy Stroll isn’t the one volunteering alternative I’ve achieved this 12 months; one take a look at my data will verify that. The cause I selected it to symbolize what I stand for is as a result of it’s so near my coronary heart. Her life story is tied so inextricably with my perception that any impediment will be overcome that I ponder typically who I’d be if she hadn’t been born. Once I see somebody in a wheelchair, I consider her battle to manage her personal muscle tissues. Once I see a deaf individual, I bear in mind the years of silent communication earlier than she realized to talk. Even once I encounter somebody who doesn’t know English very properly, each single second spent divining my sister’s garbled speech comes dashing again. It’s due to her I’ve realized to see disabilities not as limitations, however as challenges. That is true for my on a regular basis life, for hers, and for each different ‘insurmountable’ drawback dealing with us as we speak.

As I stood with tons of of different t-shirt clad, smiling supporters of Down Syndrome, I felt that perception develop stronger. Every one of many ‘disabled’ attendees have been fortunately climbing into the bouncy home, marveling on the shiny pink firetruck, singing and laughing and dancing to their favourite track because it blared from the audio system. In each face shined the hope that our race wouldn’t be overwhelmed with its limitations, consumed with prejudice and disgust and ignorance. We have been standing for a greater, extra well-informed world that will embrace variations, and I used to be as glad as any that I used to be fortunate sufficient to grasp the significance of open-mindedness.