Blessed are you who take time to listen to defective speech, for you help us to know that if we persevere, we can be understood.
Blessed are you who walk with us in public places and ignore the stares of strangers, for in your companionship we find havens of relaxation.
Blessed are you that never bids us "hurry up" and more blessed are you that do not snatch our task from our hands to do them for us, for often we need time rather than help.
Blessed are you who stand beside us as we enter new ventures, for our failures will be outweighed by times we surprise ourselves and you.
Blessed are you who ask for our help, for our greatest need is to be needed.
Blessed are you when by all these things you assure us that the thing that makes us individuals, is not our peculiar muscles, nor our wounded nerves system, but is the God-given self that no infirmity can confine.
Blessed are those who realize that I am human and don't expect me to be saintly just because I am disabled.
Blessed are those who pick things up with out being asked.
Blessed are those who understand that sometimes I am weak and not just lazy.
Blessed are those who forget my disability of the body and see the shape of my soul.
Blessed are those who see me as a whole person and not as a "half" and one of God's mistakes.
Blessed are those who love me just as I am without wondering what I might have been like.