Heaven's Very Special Children

While waiting for Mr. Bob, in Orthopedics @ Nemours, during one of Elle's visits, I passed the time by reading all the heart felt notes that had been written by the many children Mr. Bob had helped along their journey. The wall was filled and I mean filled with colorful drawings. The children had drawn pictures of their families, pets, the ocean, a sunset, and most touching...many had drawn pictures of themselves standing and even walking. The comments reached from the pages..."Dear Mr. Bob, thank you for making my braces so I could walk! I love you". "Mr. Bob, I love walking", "Mr. Bob, I can run, xoxoxo". I stood there, in tears, so moved by these raw drawing that carried the most amazing messages. To these children, Mr. Bob was GOD...HE was why they were able to walk, stand and move like other children. For them, he made their legs work and they were so thankful !!! As I continued down the wall I came to a framed poem...I began to read...

Heaven's Very Special Children

A meeting was held quite from earth
"It's time again for another birth."
Said the Angels to the Lord above-
"This child will need much love."

Their progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishments they may not show,
And they'll require extra care-
From the folks they meet down there-
They may not run, or laugh, or play,
Their thoughts may seem quite far away,
In many ways they won't adapt
And they'll be known as handicapped.
"So let's be careful where they are sent
We want their lives to be content.
Please, Lord find the parents who
Will do a special job for you."
"They will realize right away
The leading roll their asked to play.
But with this child sent from above-
Come stronger faith and richer love."
And soon they'll know the privileged given
In caring for this gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge so meek and mild
Is Heaven's Very Special Child.

As I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, Mr. Bob came into the room. I'm sure this wasn't this first time he had walked in on a parent after they had read this. He grabbed a handful of tissues, gave me a huge hug and removed the print from the wall. "I'll be right back, Lori" He returned with a copy of the poem for me. "Here, Lori...I want you to have this. It came with the office when I got here and I want you to have it too." Now I am sure I am not the only person he has done that for...or maybe I was, but regardless this is one of the reason we love Mr. Bob so much. It is with this same level of kindness and caring that he handles Elle. Talk about rewarding jobs....I want Mr. Bob's job!!!