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With Freedom, I finally found a place to be.

I chose Freedom because I believe your agency is providing an important service to people who have very specific needs.

Almost ending up in a nursing home was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever been through. The staff at Freedom helped me out a lot and I am very happy with the services I received.

If I wouldn’t have called you (Freedom) I might be in a nursing home today.

Fortunately we have places like Freedom to help parents negotiate through the system and figure out what their rights and their children’s rights are.

Freedom Friday: Navigating Life Changes

May 29th, 2015

She was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year…but the year wasn’t yet over.

by Sherry Ortiz  (as appeared in Guidepost)

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You know how sometimes a bad day turns into a bad week? I felt like I was having a bad year. And it was only July. July 25, to be exact. I thought glumly about my gratitude jar, sitting on the bookcase in my living room.

The year started with my marriage of 29 years falling apart. In February my husband filed for divorce. I moved into a small rental house in May. A new place would help me heal. Still, sometimes the quiet and solitude got to me.

Even when something good happened, it was tinged with sadness. My two younger daughters, Samantha and Sophie, joined AmeriCorps. I was so proud of them. But come fall, they’d be off to Alaska and California, and I’d have a really empty nest.

I’d thought this month would be different. It began with a bang. Well, a little bundle of joy. My oldest daughter, Nicole, had a baby boy—my first grandchild. They lived two hours away, though, and I wouldn’t get to see the baby as often as I wanted.

July 25 was my birthday. I woke up determined to be happy and grateful, to see the silver lining, not the cloud… only to find that my 16-year-old dog had passed away.

That was the last straw. What is there to celebrate? I wondered. I can’t even think of one thing to put in my gratitude jar!

The jar was a project I’d started just after New Year’s. My marriage was spiraling down, and I needed a way to keep myself from going down with it. I wrote what I was thankful for on slips of paper and put them in a glass cookie jar labeled Año de Gratitud, Spanish for “Year of Gratitude.” I tried to keep up with it a few times every week.

1/11/13: Dinner and a movie with Sophie! I wrote on the first slip.

2/25/13: Thank you, Lord, for your peace. Life wasn’t exactly peaceful, but reading my Bible was helping.

5/21/13: Thank you, Lord, for my friendly new neighbors.

I was so broken up losing my dog on my birthday that I couldn’t face my gratitude jar all week. Finally I remembered that the girls would be visiting in late August. 8/1/13: Can’t wait to have all my girls together—and my grandson too.

The day of their visit arrived. Nicole gave me my grandson to hold. “Just sit and relax,” she said. She and her sisters took over my kitchen. I heard chopping, the oven door opening and closing and lots of whispering.

“Can I help in there?” I asked.

Relax, Mom!” they said, almost in unison. I laughed. Already, I felt my spirits lifting.

Dinner was delicious—ziti with roasted zucchini and cheesecake-stuffed strawberries for dessert (the girls got the recipes from favorites that I’d pinned on Pinterest). Afterward, we sat in the living room. Nicole took the baby. “Close your eyes,” she told me.

I did. Something light landed on my lap. I looked. A birthday card. So that’s what all this fuss was about!

“Close your eyes again,” Sophie said.

“There’s more?” I asked. This time a heavier object was placed in my hands. I opened my eyes. I was holding a big glass jar hand-painted with vivid swirls of color—red, turquoise, yellow, purple, green. It was full of equally colorful scraps of paper.

“What is it?” I asked.

“We know you love your gratitude jar,” Sam said. “This is our version. Instead of putting something in, you take something out. We call it the smile jar. There’s a note for every day of the year. Go on, try it.”

A jar of smiles? I dug in and pulled out a yellow paper. “What kind of shoes do spies wear?” I read aloud. On the back was the answer: “Sneakers!” We all cracked up. I pulled out another: “The best thing about the future is that it only comes one day at a time.” Just the balm my hurting heart needed.

First thing the next morning I grabbed a cup of coffee and wrote my note for the gratitude jar.8/26/13: Thank you, Lord, for my girls and their creative way of starting my day. Then I dipped into my new jar. “Thanks for teaching us that people are more important than things,” it read. I felt a big smile warm my face. My girls were right.

That became my morning routine. Sometimes I’d get encouragement: “I’ve always believed you are brave.” Other times I’d get another silly joke: “What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus!” The handwriting gave away which daughter was the contributor.

On really hard days I double-dipped. After a tough time at divorce court, I reached into the jar. “What a wonderful thought it is that some of the best days of our lives haven’t happened yet.” Reminds me of Jeremiah 29:11, I thought, God promising a hope and a future.

On New Year’s Eve, I dumped my gratitude jar out onto the floor and counted the memories. I hadn’t had a bad year after all. It was full of changes, some of them daunting, but God had been with me. He’d taken care of me. And as I looked at my smile jar, it struck me that my girls had taken care of me too. All part of God’s plan.

I grabbed a slip of paper.

1/1/14: Thank you, Lord, for the blessing of fresh starts.

https://www.guideposts.org/inspiration/inspirational-stories/the-smile-jar

What’s Wrong Wednesday: Teacher accused of putting boy with Autism in trash can

May 27th, 2015

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A veteran special education teacher is accused of putting a second-grader with autism in a trash can, saying his behavior was similar to Oscar the Grouch on “Sesame Street,” according to school system police.

Mary Katherine Pursley, a teacher at Mt. Bethel Elementary in Marietta, Ga., was attempting to calm the child during an after-school program last Thursday, witnesses told police.

“The accused talked with the victim about Oscar the Grouch and his ‘trashy behavior’,” Pursley’s arrest warrant states. “The accused told the victim, ‘If he had trashy behavior like Oscar, he’d go to the trash can.’”

Pursley then allegedly picked up the child by his legs, held him upside down and put him head-first into a trash can, according to police.

“Are you going to stop yelling now?” Pursley asked the boy, witnesses said.

The boy was crying, screaming and yelling “stop” while being held by Pursley, the arrest warrant states. She then set the boy down on the floor. The incident was witnessed by two paraprofessionals and the school after-school director. Other students in the classroom also witnessed Pursley’s actions, according to police.

Pursley, 45, of Atlanta, was arrested Monday night and charged with cruelty to children in the first degree, Cobb County jail records showed. She was released early Tuesday after posting $5,000 bond.

Pursley, who has been with the school district for 21 years, is on administrative leave with pay while the matter is under review, a spokeswoman for the school system said.

© 2015 The Atlanta Journal-Constitution (Atlanta, Ga.)
Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC

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