So this morning I stumble out to the breakfast table to find a very weepy Charlie sitting in front of untouched eggs. Ray explained he was feeling sad because a certain take-out container from the restaurant was sitting on the table empty. You see, it had been filled with the extra chips from dinner last night. Charlie had very proudly carried it home, and I guess he had planned to eat those chips later. I did not know that, and did not think a thing of it when I mindlessly munched those chips up last night after the kids had gone to bed.
Now, you have never perpetrated an act so low until you have broken Charlie's little heart and made him cry. Charlie... oh, he is such a sweet, sweet soul. He does not have a social filter on his feelings that causes him to temper what he feels to either a) not act in a way that is inappropriate, or b) act in a way that he feels will be to his advantage. He just feels what he feels openly and honestly. Now, he does moderate his behavior when he is not in that place of raw emotion, like being a well behaved kid at school. I am just saying when an emotion washes over him, it bubbles up and comes out exactly as he feels it whether it be exuberant joy, deep fear, or broken hearted sadness. Oh boy, I tell ya... by the end of my conversation with him this morning as I confessed my transgression, his deep hurt so evident in his tearful little face, I had promised him any treat he could possibly imagine from the store after church today, and if that hadn't worked I probably would have promised him any toy from the toy store and let him watch cartoons all day long if that is what it took to help him feel better. I felt that bad. I didn't have to promise all those things though, because he forgave me sincerely and quickly, and then skipped off to eat those cold eggs. By the end of breakfast he was offering me chips from the cupboard to help me feel better! He is a child full to the brim of love and compassion, for people big and small, and for animals of all kinds. It flows out of him so freely. When I ask for his forgiveness and he gives it, I know I am forgiven. Deserving or not.
This whole experience was topped this morning by an open letter I read posted by a man who has Down Syndrome named John Franklin Stephens. He wrote the letter to a person named Ann Coulter (don't know who she is, but she is apparently a well known political "talking head" type of personality--you can google it) who had tweeted something about the president being a r*tard. The letter is astounding. Frank, honest, witty, and full of compassion. Oh, Ann Coulter well known public person, my prayer for you or anyone in the public eye using the r-word is that you truly would have the opportunity to be changed by people like John Franklin Stephens--by the sincere forgiveness and compassion of people like my Charlie. To have your heart completely altered by a person with so much to give while at the same time being utterly persecuted by the world at large. Persecution with a 90%+ rate of pregnancy termination for prenatally diagnosed babies with Down Syndrome in the developed world, with routine institutionalization from birth in many less technology equipped countries, with name calling, with belittling, and dis-compassion. Why do I even need to blog about this stuff when people like John Franklin Stephens hit it out of the park all on their own. Awesome.
I got this letter from The World of Special Olympics Blog. The Huffington Post has an article about Stephens as well.
Dear Ann Coulter,
Come on Ms. Coulter, you aren’t dumb and you aren’t shallow. So why
are you continually using a word like the R-word as an insult?
I’m a 30 year old man with Down syndrome who has struggled with the
public’s perception that an intellectual disability means that I am dumb
and shallow. I am not either of those things, but I do process
information more slowly than the rest of you. In fact it has taken me
all day to figure out how to respond to your use of the R-word last
I thought first of asking whether you meant to describe the President
as someone who was bullied as a child by people like you, but rose
above it to find a way to succeed in life as many of my fellow Special
Then I wondered if you meant to describe him as someone who has to
struggle to be thoughtful about everything he says, as everyone else
races from one snarkey sound bite to the next.
Finally, I wondered if you meant to degrade him as someone who is
likely to receive bad health care, live in low grade housing with very
little income and still manages to see life as a wonderful gift.
Because, Ms. Coulter, that is who we are – and much, much more.
After I saw your tweet, I realized you just wanted to belittle the
President by linking him to people like me. You assumed that people
would understand and accept that being linked to someone like me is an
insult and you assumed you could get away with it and still appear on
I have to wonder if you considered other hateful words but recoiled from the backlash.
Well, Ms. Coulter, you, and society, need to learn that being compared to people like me should be considered a badge of honor.
No one overcomes more than we do and still loves life so much.
Come join us someday at Special Olympics. See if you can walk away with your heart unchanged.
A friend you haven’t made yet,
John Franklin Stephens
Special Olympics Virginia
I know there is little point in comparing Charlie, age 6, to John Franklin Stephens, age 30. So much will change for Charlie, and like lots of Down Syndrome advocates point out, being "always happy" is not a trait of Down Syndrome, just a stereotype, just like being always compassionate is not something we can expect of Charlie for the rest of his life. What astounds me is the way John is dealing with this debacle. He signs his letter "A friend you haven't met yet." John has never had an easy time of life, neither has Charlie, but look at the grace for which they apply to their circumstances. Look at these two people, and many more besides, who struggle, who are lowly in the eyes of the world... look at how they shame the wise. These lives are worth living, folks. They are worth knowing, and loving, and cheering on, and including in the community. They are worth the slow, drawn out moments it takes to get to know and learn from them. Sometimes I think the astounding ability Charlie has for forgiveness, for compassion and really feeling life in an honest way, is related to his cognitive delay, the way his little mind gives up memory, is slow to comprehend, and simply forgets. How easy life would be to be able to forget the sting of hurt, to forgive because you could not remember the offense, to not worry because you do not understand the full implications of your life. And still, does God not look after Charlie? And Ann Coulter? And me? I thank God I have Charlie to show me a higher way. An honest and compassionate way. And I am thanking God for John Franklin Stephens. I am a new fan.