I had a nightmare about Vera. I was on a motorbike. I rounded a corner and saw her in her pink top and grey shorts faced down on top of another child on the tarmac.
An accident.
Instead of going to her, I swerved away.
An extraordinary girl living with Trisomy 18
I had a nightmare about Vera. I was on a motorbike. I rounded a corner and saw her in her pink top and grey shorts faced down on top of another child on the tarmac.
An accident.
Instead of going to her, I swerved away.
"A simple child, that lightly draws its breath, and feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?"
- William Wordsworth
Without weakness,
how do we find strength?
Without darkness,
how do we see the light?
Without sorrow,
how do we savour joy?
Without silence,
how do we learn to listen?
Without fear,
how do we learn to be brave?
Without death,
how do we treasure life?
Without loss,
how would we know what we have gained?
- Yin May
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