Like Fireflies They
Flickered Through Darkness
Mark was still small and
could sit on Rhonda’s lap in her chair while she was pushed into her
therapist in Dallas. At this time he was old enough to run along side
her chair as we bumped, bumped along over the rough Bermuda lawn around
the old school building.
This classroom her young
teacher had established was their’s only for the morning. In the
afternoon she had to give the room up to another class. Marsha Palmatary
agreed to take her students to an upstairs room The steps were wide and
steep. She was undaunted, though. Along with four other students who
took hold of each side of the chair, the back and the brace across the
front. Slowly and carefully together they all carried Rhonda up the
steps so she could stay with them.
The little group of
children were like a fire fly that flickered and sputtered, here and
there and all through the darkness of the world. It glowed a sweet
message, distracting all society from the sorrowful thought that there
simply was no hope for them.
Marsha’s field trip to a
pecan grove was a success and was the turning point for their learning
experiences. The mother’s contributed, wieners, marshmallows and hot
chocolate. They brought along sticks made from coat hangers to roast the
marshmallows and wieners. A heavy tarpaulin these little ones worked
together as they struggled to pull the large drop cloth under one of the
trees. The work was worth the effort and this brilliant teacher brought
their minds into a world they had never seen before.
The sleeping giant called
Special Education yawned and stretched like Gulliver in his travels
while little people busily became involved all around. The giant was
looking all about at all the new found potential and realized he had not
been aware they were even there. Years later these were the ones who
picked up the jobs others didn’t want.