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Door: Sagra en Melle
Blijf op de hoogte en volg Melle, Sagra, India, Brida en Yuna
28 April 2007 | Nederland, Alkmaar
Aangezien we nog geen site hebben voor India's verhalen en andere wetenswaardigheden plaats ik deze tekst maar hier. Ik heb hem gevonden op de site van een meisje dat ook het Syndroom van West heeft (de epilepsie vorm die India heeft).
Voor het woord Holland zou je misschien Duitsland kunnen invullen dat maakt niet zoveel uit. Ik denk dat deze tekst veel duidelijk maakt over hoe wij in deze situatie zitten.
Beautiful trip to Holland
Welcome to Holland by: Emily Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability-to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous
vacation trip-to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You
pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later , the plane
lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”
“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of
going to Italy.”
But there’s a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. ANd you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less
flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…and Holland has tulips. Holland even hs Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever, go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland
Tot snel maar weer...
Liefs, Sagra
Voor het woord Holland zou je misschien Duitsland kunnen invullen dat maakt niet zoveel uit. Ik denk dat deze tekst veel duidelijk maakt over hoe wij in deze situatie zitten.
Beautiful trip to Holland
Welcome to Holland by: Emily Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability-to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this…
When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous
vacation trip-to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You
pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later , the plane
lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.”
“Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy. All my life I’ve dreamed of
going to Italy.”
But there’s a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. ANd you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less
flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills…and Holland has tulips. Holland even hs Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy…and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned.”
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever, go away…because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.
But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things…about Holland
Tot snel maar weer...
Liefs, Sagra
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28 April 2007 - 20:25
Bianca:
WOOWWW, wat een ontzettend intense beleving en zo mooi verwoord en gelinkt... Ben er helemaal stil van....... Heftig.
Zucht. Thanks. -
29 April 2007 - 07:46
Catherine:
Think that story is very meaningful for your situation and lots of other things that happen in life. Thanks for sharing.
XX -
29 April 2007 - 09:35
Germ:
Mooi...
Liefs -
29 April 2007 - 15:49
Marion:
Prachtige tekst en geeft denk ik heel goed weer hoe jullie je voelen. -
30 April 2007 - 16:56
Caroline:
Heel erg mooi en heel duidelijk deze metafoor.... -
30 April 2007 - 17:07
Jennifer:
Ben er stil van...mooi verwoord en een eye-opener!
Liefs jen -
30 April 2007 - 19:27
Marlon:
Heel verhelderend. Ook meer genieten dus van alle mooie momenten - liefs, Marlon
ps: fijn dat je deelt! -
01 Mei 2007 - 11:16
Dieuwke:
Daar sluit ik me bij aan.
Fijn dat je deelt.
Het is een lekker kind!! Mooie foto's van India.
Ik spreek je gauw weer eens!
Liefs, Dieuwke
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