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I’m always glad when I read Facebook posts and such about kids with disabilities who are very much loved, accepted and cared for. Such stories often remind me that it wasn’t always this way, and then I remember Georgie…..
In 1975, (the morning after my 16th birthday) somewhere in amongst the institution’s relocation to its new building, plus an additional 30 or so kids, appeared Georgie.
From what seemed like the first second of any awareness of him, wherever Georgie was, trouble always accompanied him. They were inseparable. You never got one without the other, no matter how hard you tried.
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