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Missy was watching The Weather Channel when the woman in front of the map mentioned that it was going to snow in Denver. Missy's eyes waggled furiously and she shouted, "I'm going in!" She turned and looked at me in anger and said it again, "I'm going in!" She smacked herself on the forehead. "No snow! I'm going in!" "It's not going to snow here," I said. "It's going to snow someplace else. Someplace far away." "I'm going to Day-Hab!" she shouted again. "I know," I said. "TOMORROW!" she yelled.
"I'm going in!" "No snow tomorrow, Missy. I promise." Her eye movement slowed and she calmed down. "Thank God for that." she mumbled. Missy is my sister-in-law. She has Downs Syndrome and she's lived with our family for four years now. She's 37 years old and she has this thing about "going in." You see she really likes her job, which varies between working with the Meals on Wheels people, visiting old folks at a local nursing home, and doing some light dusting at the County Court House. She approaches all of these tasks with great enthusiasm, and she gets to them by school bus. Five days a week, Thomas rolls up in front of our house with his short yellow bus. He taps the horn, waves at me, and Missy waddles quickly out the front door and across our lawn. She climbs the three steps into the bus. Thomas waits for her to sit down, then he taps and waves again and drives off down the street. He'll bring her back home at 4 PM. My job, since I work at home, is to make sure she gets on the bus and to be there when she gets off.
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"No problem," I told her. "We live far away from that place where it's going to snow. It won't snow here."| Dan Holohan - [Intro] | [Email] | [Website] |
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