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I have a granddaughter who has ataxia, a form of cerebral palsy. She has a weakness in her hands, her tongue muscle and in the muscles of one leg. This means she cannot run, her fingers will not grasp smaller objects and her speech is sometimes hard to understand. She is fifteen and pretty, with a ready smile. Because of her disability, she has slipped through the cracks at school and does not possess much academic knowledge. She is a great reader however, and yearns to be like the other kids. At her age, they are all looking for after school jobs. Some of her peers have landed places at fast food outlets, to the envy of the others! But now we are thrilled that her local supermarket, in Brisbane, has given her a job, on contract for ten hours a week, for a probationary period of six months. She is so happy to be feeling so useful. Her parents are happy and grateful to the manager for giving her a chance to feel competent. She has been packing groceries into bags and even scanning; doing quite well but needing help with weighty objects. The rest of the staff are most encouraging and helpful to her, a change indeed from some other areas where she has not experienced inclusiveness, and has even been shunned. The kindness that has been extended to her has restored her parents\u2019 faith in human nature.I have a granddaughter who has ataxia, a form of cerebral palsy. She has a weakness in her hands, her tongue muscle and in the muscles of one leg. This means she cannot run, her fingers will not grasp smaller objects and her speech is sometimes hard to understand. She is fifteen and pretty, with a ready smile. Because of her disability, she has slipped through the cracks at school and does not possess much academic knowledge. She is a great reader however, and yearns to be like the other kids. At her age, they are all looking for after school jobs. Some of her peers have landed places at fast food outlets, to the envy of the others! But now we are thrilled that her local supermarket, in Brisbane, has given her a job, on contract for ten hours a week, for a probationary period of six months. She is so happy to be feeling so useful. Her parents are happy and grateful to the manager for giving her a chance to feel competent. She has been packing groceries into bags and even scanning; doing quite well but needing help with weighty objects. The rest of the staff are most encouraging and helpful to her, a change indeed from some other areas where she has not experienced inclusiveness, and has even been shunned. The kindness that has been extended to her has restored her parents\u2019 faith in human nature.<\/p>\n
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I have a granddaughter who has ataxia, a form of cerebral palsy. She has a weakness in her hands, her tongue muscle and in the muscles of one leg. This means she cannot run, her fingers will not grasp smaller objects and her speech is sometimes hard to understand. She is fifteen and pretty, with […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"Recent news about crows menacing humans reminded me of my school days when Marty, Joan and I would walk barefoot the five kilometres from our home on Buccan Hill to the Logan Village School.\r\nThe first hundred or so metres down the long hill were safe enough, but then we must pass the big gum tree that stood near the entrance to the cow paddock of rich pasture on the Logan River. In this tree nested the crows!\r\nI suppose it was only at nesting time that the crows would attack us, but we were always wary, looking upwards as we approached, and getting ready to run! I think the birds sensed that we were afraid and would remain quiet as we sauntered nearer, pretending we were fearless. Just when we thought we were safely past the danger spot, the crows would swoop, screeching their war-cry! Our little legs sprang into action, running as fast as we could as the birds swooped over our heads, again and again, terrifying us as we raced breathlessly towards the creek where we knew low hanging willows would give us some shelter. The crows did their job well; their nest was safe.\r\nThen it was on to school, past the meat-ant nests that pitted the old gravel road. It seemed that these big red ants were out to get us too...but that\u2019s another story.","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1,26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-943","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/943","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=943"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/943\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":946,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/943\/revisions\/946"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=943"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=943"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sexinyourseventies.com\/2023\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=943"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}