on a piece of paper.
Last week was Big Brother’s D-Day (Diagnosis Day). When the psychologist showed Big Brother’s test scores to us, I was caught off guard a bit. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve always kept a realistic outlook when it comes to Big Brother. But still, I think that some of the scores surprised me.
Perhaps these numbers can place Big Brother on a scale or quantify his IQ. And perhaps they are necessary for helping him obtain the services that he desperately needs. But at then end of the day, I have to let them go. They are just that–numbers on a page. They can’t possibly hold within them the depth of who he is and what he is capable of.
One of the things that has stuck with me is the statement that went something like this: “you know, if we look at his history, he has everything in the world stacked against him. He couldn’t possibly have any more points racked against him if he tried. But I’m not saying that we should abandon all hope….”
Pu-lease. I guess they don’t know who they’re talking to If there’s one thing I’ve got, it’s boat-loads of hope. And time, and compassion, and perserverance. Besides, there’s no way to quantify the Big Brother I know and love. I wouldn’t even try.
“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies with in us.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson