Special Packages of Love

Special Package of Love

Special Packages of Love

Many of us have seen or maybe even know someone who is mentally challenged. There is one in my life that fit’s that description to this society. My friend Regina is now thirty-eight years old. This year on December 4th, she will be a thirty-nine-year-old. Regina is a niece of my uncle’s wife. She may mumble sounds; a grunting noise that comes out of her mouth when she wants something. Every since we were children, Regina always wanted to be near me. I speak to her, I try my best to console her. I only see Regina once a year. She remembers me and she gets so emotional when she notices me coming. I always get a good picture of us, and I will send to her with a bright colorful picture frame. I try to send her little things throughout the year not just only for her birthday and Christmas. The items are such things as huge cards that pop-up, colorful stickers, books that pop-up, sunglasses, candy, soft stuffed animals. She sees the UPS driver driving up to their drive way. She gets so excited it’s what I have been told. She mumbles ‘nnnnnnn’ that is what she calls me. I have called her on the phone. She can’t talk back but she knows it’s me. These kinds of people have feelings too. They are the quickest to love us. She has hugged me so tight; No amount of money can pay for the warmth my heart feels when you know that someone really cares and loves us. Love will always show someone. We can’t hide it when we love someone dearly. I found this story below on the internet. My heart was so overwhelmed. Enjoy!

A few years ago at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. They all turned around and went back. Every one of them. One girl with Down’s syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, “This will make it better.” All nine linked arms and walked across the finish line together. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes. People who were there are still telling the story. Why? Because deep down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning for ourselves. What truly matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means slowing down and changing our course.

About the author

Lynne Conley

Our words can be a motivator, whether we realize it or not, whether you mean to or not. Our words can bring life. My life consists of working full-time at a pharmaceutical company and teaching Sunday school (Kindergarten class). My desire is to encourage others. My writings aren't fancy words, but they are from the Lord. So many people are hurting, and I want to help all I can while I am still alive. My passion is for elderly people and those who are shut-ins.