Why me... why not me???

I am truely amazed. I have been taken on a jouney that I would have never predicted. Maybe it's because Oliiva was born to me.... maybe it was fate... who knows. I sometimes wonder why me? But I am truely grateful. I have always been interested in helping people. I started working for a school for individuals with disability's at the age to 19. I left my summer job of 5 years at a museum to take a job as a teacher aide. I did internships in college at this school, and fell in love. That's why in the summer of 94 I went to work with individuals with disabilities. I loved the work. I loved "making a difference" I did not love getting my hair pulled (so I cut it short, and learned to sing Thumbelina when in that particular predicament) I was living in a small town at the time. I often contemplate moving back. I just worry because I am not sure how accepting folks are. I now work as a service coordinator. I love my job. I have clients varying in age. I love the fact that I can go to work, and advoacte, get what my client needs, and get paid to do this. My perception on life changed a ton when Olivia chose me to be her parent. I wouldn't change her for the world. I observed this poor unsupecting crew of volunteers melt this morning. I watched them quietly argue over who got to work with my girl. Who got to lead the horse, who got to stand on each side of her to ensure her safety. Who got to cheer her on for all the work she did. Having a child with a disability has enriched my life in ways I can not describe. It makes me see things differently. I guess that's one advantage I have in my job... I see tha parents perspective, and try to incorperate that also without loosing sight of the clients dreams. I am truely blessed.