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　　 I didn’t cry when I learned I was the parent of a mentally handicapped child. I just sat still and didn’t say anything while my husband and I were informed that two-year-old Kristi was – as we suspected – retarded Wyse Distributor. 　　　　”Go ahead and cry,” the doctor advised kindly. “Helps prevent serious emotional… Tovább »

　　Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see. Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods, and I asked her what she had observed. “Nothing in particular,” she replied. I might have been incredulous had I not… Tovább »