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There is a place that most people never even heard of, yet
is so vital to people’s lives. The place is United Cerebral Palsy located in
Port Jefferson Station, NY, and every so often yours truly visits there and
meets my daughter.
Situated on the campus of Maryhaven, it is housed in a
prefab building that seems like it can become unhinged at any moment. The
parking lot has a continuous arrival and departure of small school buses that
lower their rear ramps and people sitting in wheel chairs can be lowered to
meet the doctor.
Once inside the patients sit with their day-treatment people
who have custodial care for the appointment. I am usually the only parent there
as my daughter is escorted into the building, where she sees me and makes a
break toward me to hug and squeeze me, and even get a pat on the head.
Some of the patients sit quietly as they wait, and some
don’t. Some of these poor people have pain that stays with them all day, some
have mental anguish and some wail out, uncontrollably, making for nerve
shattering experiences as they can’t like my daughter speak.
I often wonder why it is so necessary for people to be born
with disabilities, why people who don’t understand have to suffer. Why is it
that we have such suffering visited upon a person for life? It takes me to the
question: Did God plan this? Why? What is the sin that these people committed
from birth?
So I think that God creates and nature takes over, and part
of nature is her response to what God creates. It is the mystery of life, just
like those that care for the unfortunate, they too are a mystery of life, and
maybe God’s hand reaching out.
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