Anna's post

I have an immense respect for people with physical handicaps. As I think about the opinions of my classmates, I look down at my legs and glance at the keyboard, watching my fingers fly across the keys. I can move and dance and run. I can see. I sit quietly and pay attention to Bob Marley's voice as it protrudes from my speakers. I can hear. I can laugh. I can feel and smell and speak. My mind skims over each of these beautiful capabilities. They are natural elements of life as humans, and I simply don't know which one I could bare to loose. I could give up my eyes, but a morning sunrise is magnificent. I could give up my ears, but I love to hear the voice of a friend. I could give up my legs, but when drums and bass course through the contours of a room, reaching the corners and pulling at my mind, I just want to dance. I truly admire those who lack one of these "necessities" of life, one of these capabilities that to me seem to be essential for happiness. I can not choose what I would be able to loose, for each seems more terrible to live without than the last. I respect the handicapped, who live their lives with more grace and strength that I could ever hope to posses.