On his way to teach mixed choir, the college professor turned the corner and observed a spellbound man blocking the stairway.
“What’s that sound?” The man asked.
The professor cocked his ear. “Oh yes, that’s the new student warming up.”
“I would have sworn it was an angel.” The man waited until the sound ceased and went on his way.
During her public school years, the girl brewed a pot of trouble and may have been viewed as a devil. She rebelled in second grade from the assigned corner of the special education room. The meaningless worksheet and the broken red crayon flew across the room.
Determined, she fought to join the reading group and sit with the rest of the class.
The girl, her mother, and the assigned ADA attorney became a common sight around school district conference tables. The shiny blue cover of the thick ADA manual faded. Notes filled the margins of pages. Clips, yellow stickies, and dog-ears marked heavily used sections.
Change didn’t happen overnight. The girl mainstreamed in fourth grade and became fully included in sixth grade.
She faces new issues of inclusion. Rosa Parks, one of her role models, comes to mind when she enters shops that don’t allow space for a wheel chair to navigate. She would love to select her own clothing from the racks; or, find the perfect gift.
Hearing of others who followed the trail she blazed brings joy that lights her face. Perhaps she is an angel.