Jim Wilson invited (actually drug me kicking and screaming) to visit Pasitos de Luz in Pitiall.
I didn’t want to go. After all, who needs to see a bunch of special needs kids?
Whoa! Was I surprised by one of the most pleasant and life-affirming hours of my life!
I discovered that all kids are special - even if they have special needs – they light up like Christmas trees when you smile at them and you won’t be able to keep yourself from smiling with them!
There are 40 or more youngsters in what appears to be more kindergarten than institution.
My kids, your kids, our kids should have as safe and loving a place to spend their days as these kids do.
You and I are “special-needs” people, too! We need to know that there are people who give some much of themselves to children in need.
I needed to see the incredible team of volunteers and staff caring for, educating and loving children.
One of the most moving things I saw was the physical therapist massaging a toddler’s body.
His loving hands had the child relaxing and enjoying contact with another being – something some of us take for granted. By the way, the therapist is blind!
This is not a pitch for a charitable donation (although they are gratefully accepted).
Nope, this is my recommendation of how to deal with the monstrous events of last Friday: Take an hour and go see the children and staff of Pasitos de Luz. You will feel better about the future of the human race!
Contact Jim Wilson (firstname.lastname@example.org) about free transportation and tours of Pasitos. You know you want to feel great again, so just do it.