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    O.K.I’ll admit it.I spend way too much time on the Internet.Am I alone?You might be thinking the same thing at this very moment.

    A colleague of mine who refuses to “surf the web” defends his objection to the World Wide Web by declaring cyberspace a “black hole”.There’s no end to where you can go once you get in and no easy way out once you’re hooked.I counter that it’s all a matter of balance – and finding productive sites to spend your time on. But oddly enough, I’m fairly neutral about many of items I read online.In other words, I neither agree nor disagree with the perspective, but for some reason still read on to the bitter end.

    Occasionally, I come across an item that makes my blood boil.Lately, I’ve stumbled on several stories that I feel compelled to comment about. They surround the issue of educating those with special needs.

    While most people’s comments about this matter center more about kindness and society’s moral obligation, several offer perspectives akin to what many people privately think, but are just too politically correct to say in public.

    The comments go something like this:

    Special Education is expensive and we shouldn’t have to pay for it. Or even more charitable: Special needs kids are a drag on the system and bring its overall quality down for everyone [translation: the normal ones] else.

    I use to think the old Doris Day song was cute. My mom liked it and would sing it sometimes. The song is about a girl asking her mom if she was going to be rich or if she would get married or so I remember and the Mom's response is que sera, sera what ever will be will be the futures not ours to see que sera, sera. As a parent of three children I guess it is true that I don't really know anything about my children's future. But I assume my two younger ones will grow up marry and move out. Not so with my oldest. With his Cerebral Palsy I don't know anything about his future. He's smart, and some would say mild as CP goes, but just doesn't have all the tools I would wish he had. Is there a lady out there who will love him and help take care of him? I have no idea. I know I can't see the future, but it sure hurts to think that my child may live with us the rest of our lives, not to mention what happens after us. The pain is not that I will never be an empty nester. The pain is that my child may never know how knock kneed I was on was on my wedding day or the joy and fear I had when he was born. Life as we expect it to be may not be the same for him. When I cry over this, it is as a father wanting everything for his Children, and knowing that it just might not be. Is the song true? It is. Do I like that fact? Not one bit!

    My son participated in an academic speech competition a couple of weeks ago. As we waited for his turn, we had the opportunity to listen to the colleagues that preceded his presentation. The topics were varied and ranged in substance from the history of pants to the so-called "right to die with dignity."

    The young girl who spoke on the latter matter actually suggested that the "right to die" law in Oregon had actually improved the quality of life for all Oregonians. She offered no proof of this, but nevertheless appeared fairly convinced she was correct. This young student took great pains to stipulate that the law wasn't for "healthy people" but rather, only the terminally ill and those who were physically and mentally handicapped.

    As we sat in the back of the room, my son in his wheelchair, we were dumbfounded at the amount of times she tried to convince the crowd that the freedom to commit suicide had somehow bettered life in Oregon.

    When your children are young it is easy to make decisions for them. What they wear, what they eat, who they come in contact with, are all pretty much controlled by us the parents. But as they reach school age some of that is transferred to others, teachers, officials, and others start to control some of their hours of the day. As parents we make sure the school, and those we give that trust to, are up to our standards. If we think our local schools are not up to this challenge we do something about it. As our children reached school age we didn’t like our local schools. We couldn’t afford to put them into private schools, so we looked for somewhere else to raise our family. We ended up moving to Colorado and we have been very happy with the move for many reasons, but primarily because it was good for our kids. Does that sense of responsibility change if our children are adults? If our child doesn’t have the ability to make wise choices for themselves, do we not try to do what is best for them? No matter how old our children get, we are always looking to help them make choices. I know not all parents have the ability to make good choices for themselves, let alone their children. I am making a generalization here,  but for the most part I see no one else with the best interest of a person, than his or her parents. That is why I find this story so aggravating. This week I came across a story of a 32-year-old woman with special needs who is pregnant. Because of her special needs her parents have been her court appointed guardians since she was 18.  Due to the circumstances the woman and her family have decided to go through with the pregnancy and are talking to perspective couples eager to adopt the baby. You can read one article about it at this site: (Go to Article) You can imagine for this family this is not what they wanted to happen. I am sure they have agonized over what to do, how best to deal with it, and have talked it over as a family to come to the conclusion that this is the best path for them. I don’t see how anyone outside of this family can have the perspective they have, or could make a better decision. Yet when the local Social Services got involved they decided they would override that process.  This family is now forced to go before a court and prove they are making the best decision, or the court may make them end the pregnancy.

    In our family, summer wouldn’t be complete without the exciting and unpredictable adventure of a road trip.  This year, our plans are both practical and enjoyable.  It’s time for our son to begin the great college search -- and so as we make our way to and from Washington D.C., we plan to visit a few school campuses.  Thankfully, it doesn’t cost anything to look and dream.

    Cruising the highways and byways in our truck while towing a trailer, the West family is an interesting sight to see.  Some nights, we camp in Wal-Mart parking lots [incidentally, so does Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas, who reportedly loves to drive his RV across the country during the summer months].  Don’t be surprised if many of the future articles in this space will cover some of the wildly entertaining and challenging events of the trip. 

    One of the cool things about visiting Washington D.C. revolves around the opportunity to visit the U.S. Capitol.  What a mighty architectural marvel!   In order to enjoy the bonus of a special tour, we contacted our representative several months in advance.  In short order we received an appointment time along with very specific instructions.  We’ll be there! 

    But this got me thinking. It’s not too often that I’m afforded the honor to speak to my elected official.  Surely, this will be a quick hello and a brief “thanks for your support” kind of meeting. But what would I say if I really had his ear, or what if I were invited to speak my mind in front of Congress or more likely, before a committee hearing?  What would I say?

    I’ve thought about it.

    I’d begin my addressing the need to prioritize our problems and challenges.  In the Preamble of the U.S. Constitution, it states that the nation is committed to promoting “the general welfare” of the Union. But what is our “general welfare” anyway?  The American Heritage Dictionary’s definition is as follows: “Health, happiness, or prosperity; well-being.”  Posted on the website http://www.usconstitution.net is a note that reads:

    “Welfare in today's context also means organized efforts on the part of public or private organizations to benefit the poor, or simply public assistance. This is not the meaning of the word as used in the Constitution.”

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