Well, as it turns out yesterday, I had some trepidation because in the corporate world "special" attached to anything means pack your box up and get ready to get out; for example, "Special Projects."
Turns out that I was a substitute aide for a teacher of special needs kids. There were five in the class; all were very sweet..one was much more challenging than the others. I had to take him to an art class and keep him engaged for an hour and a half. It's difficult for ME to be engaged for an hour and a half. He seems to be autistic and inflicts harm on himself. He did well, but I expected an implosion later in the day, which did indeed happen. I felt sorry for him...that he was cooped up for 7 hours a day when he wants to RUN and move about all the time.
Anyway, the day went pretty well, aside from the stress the child I was in charge of went through....and there was lots of prayer on my part that I could be useful and handle things; and that the kids were getting something out of their schooling. I tell ya...those Special Ed teachers are worth their weight in gold. Some of the kids have diapers, and need constant attention. The teacher asked if I would be interested in helping again because it's difficult to keep subs there, and that's hard on the kids---new faces all the time. They have a very tough job, but it's obvious that they love these kids. I can see why... I can't seem to get them out of my mind.