No, this has nothing to do with manned space flight.
Unless you count my desire to knock a certain kid out into space.
See my sister-in-law’s eldest child is mentally challenged (the new age word for retarded). due to the cord being wrapped around his throat he didn’t get to breathe for the first 5 minutes of his life. This damaged his brain and he has never been quite right.
However he taught me a HUGE lesson this past week. I will never be able to take care of a child that has brain damage. I can handle emotional damage, and physical limitations, but if I can’t reason with you, we ain’t gonna get along.
It’s kind of embarrassing to realize that I’m limited in this way, but on the other hand it’s a good thing to know my limits BEFORE we get involved in the adoption process. Since a lot of the kids in the DFCS system do have significant…challenges. At least now I know one thing that I simply can’t handle.
Sort of a light bulb moment. Not one I’m particularly proud of, but there you go.