This type of iris, named for my grandmother, blooms in both the spring and the fall. When they do, I greet them by name and think about her indomitable spirit.
Photo by Jim Judkis
From nearly the beginning of writing this blog I’ve had a category tagged beauty and wonder. I was re-reading a few of those posts this morning, since we are all, once again, being urged to look for the helpers, as Mister Rogers said. If you haven’t yet read it, Maura Judkis, the daughter of the photographer who captured the now-famous image, wrote a lovely essay about the boy in the picture.
Here’s what else I’ve been reading, listening to, and admiring…
Just Mercy, by Bryan Stevenson
The Lucky Red Tie – Micah Truran on The Moth
The Boys in the Boat, by Daniel James Brown
The Can-Do Playground in Wilmington, DE
How virtual reality can create the ultimate empathy machine, by Chris Milk
And I’m re-reading:
The 95 Theses of the Cluetrain Manifesto (because they are as fresh and relevant today as they were in 1999)
Suck.com: a fish, a barrel, and a smoking gun (because it’s also good to remember how far we’ve come)
Photo by Jim Judkis
You may have seen the image before, associated with this quote:
“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words, and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.” — Mister Rogers
Today, the Washington Post published the full story behind the boy in the photo, written by the photographer’s daughter:
Tommy Paulhamus was born on July 7, 1973. He had hydroencephalitis, a condition where fluid collected around his brain, causing a larger-than-normal skull, and Dandy-Walker syndrome, which affected his balance and coordination. He had shunts in his skull to drain his fluids. His eyes were crossed, and his fine and gross motor skills were impaired. Paulhamus said Tommy was rejected by his birth mother at a young age.
“His mother missed out on a great blessing,” said Paulhamus, who lives in Danville, Penn. “I’m glad his mother gave him up, because I got him. He would say to me, ‘Mom, what would I do without you?’”
I’ve read it twice today and may just read it again.