“I don’t ask for your pity, but just for your understanding—not even that—no. Just for some recognition of me in you, and the enemy, time, in us all.” —Tennessee Williams, Sweet Bird of Youth

This weekend, my family and I went to the Bridge School Benefit concert. It’s a show put on by Neil and Pegi Young to raise money for the school that Pegi co-founded in 1985 to meet the needs of their developmentally disabled child. During the show, children from the school sit on the stage, and there are videos throughout to show some of their stories, as well as snippets of daily life at this incredible institution. I’ve been to the show at least 5 times, but this year, I watched the videos with a different perspective.

In the past, I have felt sadness and awe as I watched. Some of these children are severely disabled. Their families are clearly doing all that they can to give them the best lives possible, and the kids are shown smiling and learning, working hard. It’s honorable work, from all involved, and not easy, I’m sure. Still, by viewing their stories the way that I was—with pity—I now feel that I’ve been missing the point. Read More>