When I was younger, I happen to go to a catholic grade school with at least four people who were Mentally Retarded. I was always a favorite of one girl who had spells or epilepsy. Her name was Anne Marie Olson.
She was very tall, strong and scary when she went through these moods of hers. She usually attacked the boys when this happened. One day she attacked a Nun and pulled her "habit"(Veil) off. The girl had to be sedated, for it was her worst episode.
Always at lunch I seemed to be the candidate that she wanted to talk to. She always tried to tickle me under the armpit and I knew what was coming next.
This is when I was terrified that she would attack or molest me. Since we didn't have a nun at lunch to watch us, we were told to stay away from her. She eyed me whenever I came out of a doorway or was getting up from a chair.
She started to attend our school in the fifth grade. Nobody had told anyone that she was in a home for children with problems.
We went to visit her when she was sick at home. It appeared that her older brother was normal and looked like a twin to her.
In 200I, I went to our old church with my husband and saw her coming into our church. I was sitting halfway in the back and she recognized me. She waved and I smiled. She was the same age as me and still had that smile just before she would have her spell. It looked really wicked as if she were to kill someone and walk away.
She had died in 2003 from heart failure. Before she died she had asked her brother if I was going to come to the hospital to visit her. I didn't hear of her death or any news until a reunion party.
I am still living in Cocoa Beach, Florida. I have visited her grave quite a few times and have has masses said in our church.
I am assuming that her parents are dead and her brother never married. When I attended Mass last year at x-mas did I see her brother. He was holding hands with another man.
Only one girl in high school seemed rather dim, or slow. I was in my own world from this experience in grade school so I didn't try to make friends with her.
As I got older, I always volunteered in special homes for the kids with disabilites and retardation. I really loved them all. I seemed to be close to the special olympic kids. They have those eyes that are wide apart and always seem to smile. Mongoloid(sp) is the word that I can never spell right.
All of these kids have a heart of gold. I just started to volunteer with the kids with autism.
I tell everyone how rewarding this is.
It makes one feel that they are just speck on the earth and we are all God's children.
I am just starting to reread a lot of earlier posts and some of you posters are quite sick, if not demented.
When would happen if one of you had a severe stroke and couldn't talk or move.
All you could do is mumble that you wanted a glass of water or get up to go to the bathroom.
It is sad to think that half of the world is sick in the head with those remarks of this movie.
I have a deaf cousin. Now laugh at that!!
You few posters are pathetic and shouldn't be allowed to even get on the internet.
For all of the babies that are born with afflictions, maybe GOD in his infinite wisdom will strike you all speechless and comatose.