I had a thought Tuesday morning while I was sitting in my rocker-recliner in the study looking out the window and watching the birds visit the feeder hanging from the porch ceiling.
Then I was reminded of that same thought again when I read a comment on my Self-Publishing Update from Patti who writes A New Day Dawns. Patti wrote, “Most people know an Annie, or know someone else who is living your story. . .”
And she’s right. I hear it all the time from people who’ve read Dancing in Heaven: “Annie reminds me of my neighbor,” or “My sister-in-law has a child who has a serious condition that requires a lot of care,” and so on. In my own life I’ve encountered people who are not only disabled in some way but who remind me closely of Annie, on a walk around the park, waiting in my car behind a school bus for the handicapped, at a special Christmas concert.
While I was gazing out my window, I wondered, what happens to the birds that are born with a disability, or the squirrels, or the deer? Surely human beings aren’t the only creatures for whom something goes awry during the procreation and gestation process. Surely there exist in the animal kingdom births of the blind, the lame, the brain injured. I think that’s probably true.
And then I realized one more thing that makes human beings so special. We take care of others who are challenged in some way to make it on their own. We not only take care of them, as a human society we strive to find better ways and means of enabling independence by inventing all sorts of speech, hearing, mobility, and just basic life sustenance aids.
I don’t know what happens to the unfortunate bird that is born unable to fly, the squirrel that can’t walk, or the deer that can’t see. But I have a pretty good idea.
So when Patti says, “Most people know an Annie,” let’s see it as the great tribute to human nature, or perhaps human nurture, that it is.