Love is, above all, the gift of oneself. Jean Anouilh
Sheldon, one of our son’s friends, was an unlikely Homecoming King at their high school’s football game. He spent most of his academic day in a special education classroom, was seldom a part of parties and goings on, and was unable to participate in sports because of his disabilities. Somehow, though, Sheldon’s bear hugs and his loud hellos when he called your name worked magic on the students and faculty. So much so that when the evening came to announce the winner from the Homecoming Court, Sheldon jumped in circles and squealed when he was crowned.
Recently, Sheldon posted a belated birthday wish on our son’s Facebook page, some 10 years after their graduation. I noticed he’s working as an associate at Goodwill Industries. I thought, “How appropriate.”
Next, “They’re lucky to have him.”
When reading his message, what struck me is how a decade ago, I felt sorry for this young man. I remember being grateful to the students who went out of their way to be accepting, you know, doing him a favor – how they helped Sheldon, rallied around him, and even gave up a popularity contest to allow him to win king for a day.
If I had written this post back then, it would have been about the heart of those students. Though I’m still impressed by their kindness, what I didn’t recognize was Sheldon was royalty long before that crown. Instead of all we did for him, he did us the favor.
WRite wHere I’m supposed to be – Thanks, Sheldon. You set an example for what you do well, love unconditionally.
How appropriate and sweet, this just made me cry. Sheldon never failed to put a smile on my face and he always love me just the way I was.
And it looks like he’s going forward just like in high school, loving the world. I appreciate his innocence and his attitude. He so loved you and Rusty. I’m thankful he’s in our lives. And thankful you’re in mine. I love your comments! But loved your tonight’s email even better … made me laugh and laugh.
Hi, Kim, this is a lovely and touching story. Would there only be more Sheldons in all our lives!
Thanks so much for stopping by, Barbara. “More Sheldons” – what a wonderful thought!
Love that story! I don’t know Sheldon, but I believe we all come across many Sheldons in our lives. You are absolutely right in recognizing that we often focus on the things we do for them and not realize how much they actually do for us – for our spirits!
Thanks for stopping by, Anjana. I love your comment. If you ever meet Sheldon, you certainly won’t forget him. He’s one of the bright souls in the world. And you’re so right, he’s good for ours as well.
I have met a few Sheldons as well, just like Anjana. They give you more than you can give them. Thanks for making me remember my days as a Special Olympics coach. I have a big smile on my face now.
Great post, Kim!
Working with Special Olympics must have been very rewarding. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment about Sheldon.