The Teacher Who Could Not Learn
I know a couple whose daughter was born with many severe problems. The doctors did not expect the baby to survive, but she fooled the experts and lived nine years.
The little girl’s name was Abby. She had two older, healthy, athletic, bright brothers.
Abby’s mother spoke at her funeral, which I attended.
She said that the doctors did not believe that Abby’s minimal brain was capable of thought. She could not learn. She never walked or talked. She could not even roll over. She was utterly helpless her entire life.
Her mother then offered a profound insight. Abby could not learn, but she could teach. She taught patience, she taught acceptance, and she taught kindness.
I suspect she felt love. In her small world, she was always secure. She lived at home and was cared for by her parents and brothers and occasional friends and professional caregivers who gave the family a break from their constant responsibilities.
She was loved! Who can prove whether she felt love? Who can say whether she perceived love? Who can say whether she loved back?
Now, Abby is in Heaven. I say with confidence that now, at least, she knows. Now she is whole. Now she loves her brothers and parents. Now she knows they loved and still love her. Now she knows what a extraordinary teacher she was for them and many others.
God blessed the world with Abby, the teacher who could not learn.