Down Syndrome Inspirational Quotes

Not one day in anyone’s life is an uneventful day, no day without profound meaning, no matter how dull and boring it might seem, no matter whether you are a seamstress or a queen, a shoeshine boy, or a movie star, a renowned philosopher or a Down’s-syndrome child. Because in every day of your life, there are opportunities to perform little kindnesses for others, both by conscious acts of will and unconscious example. Each smallest act of kindness—even just words of hope when they are needed, the remembrance of a birthday, a compliment that engenders a smile—reverberates across great distances and spans of time, affecting lives unknown to the one whose generous spirit was the source of this good echo, because kindness is passed on and grows each time it’s passed, until a simple courtesy becomes an act of selfless courage years later and far away. Likewise, each small meanness, each thoughtless expression of hatred, each envious and bitter act, regardless of how petty, can inspire others, and is therefore the seed that ultimately produces evil fruit, poisoning people whom you have never met and never will. All human lives are so profoundly and intricately entwined—those dead, those living, those generations yet to come—that the fate of all is the fate of each, and the hope of humanity rests in every heart and in every pair of hands. Therefore, after every failure, we are obliged to strive again for success, and when faced with the end of one thing, we must build something new and better in the ashes, just as from pain and grief, we must weave hope, for each of us is a thread critical to the strength—to the very survival of the human tapestry. Every hour in every life contains such often-unrecognized potential to affect the world that the great days and thrilling possibilities are combined always in this momentous day.

When you focus on someone's disability you'll overlook their abilities, beauty and uniqueness. Once you learn to accept and love them for who they are, you subconsciously learn to love yourself unconditionally.

Often people ask, "How can you say you're blessed to have a son with Down syndrome?" My outlook on life has forever changed. I see my own challenges differently. He's always showing me that life is so much bigger than self.

My children taught me the true meaning of unconditional love.

My faith has strengthen. God has shown me through my son with Down syndrome to not take anything for granted. I'm more grateful.

Dad they think she has Down Syndrome." He smiled genuinely as his eyes welled up with tears. "That's okay. We love her.

All along I have the answer, it's written in my face, this is neither bad luck nor curse, but a show of God's grace. I may sometimes know why, I may sometimes feel doubt, but I'm not here to fit in, I was born to stand out.

Every one of us is like the pieces of a puzzle. Each one unique and with our own special place where only we can fit, and without every one of us, the picture wouldn’t be complete.

The first problem of any kind of even limited success is the unshakable conviction that you are getting away with something, and that at any moment now they will discover you. It's Imposter Syndrome, something my wife Amanda christened The Fraud Police. In my case, I was convinced that there would be a knock on the door, and a man with a clipboard (I don't know why he carried a clipboard, in my head, but he did) would be there, to tell me it was all over, and they had caught up with me, and now I would have to go and get a real job, one that didn't consist of making things up and writing them down, and reading books I wanted to read.

We decided it would be best to just say that our new baby was a girl, and if anyone asked how she was doing, we would then explain, “She has a heart issue, which is very common for babies born with Down syndrome.” I told the older boys, “Guys, the world often defines a person as ‘perfect’ when he or she is pretty, handsome, athletic, intelligent, and wealthy. Yet, these are not the qualities that God judges us on. He looks at our souls because it is the pure souls that experience the eternal glory of heaven.

I never allowed my Autism/Asperger's to have the prerogative to neither tear nor slow me down. I earned a degree in chemistry, juggle for elementary schools, play piano for seniors on Sunday mornings, and been mentoring children/teens from K-12 at Royal Rangers almost every week for six years and counting.

to love Grace unconditionally—to be blind to her condition. Bonnie had already reached that point. In fact, as she realized that our culture would not affect Grace in the same way as other girls, she began to see the advantage of having a daughter with Down syndrome. On the day of her surgery, Bonnie could not bear to be the one to hand her over to the medical staff. As I held Grace in the early morning hours prior to her surgery and then eventually walked down the hall to the operating room with her, my heart swelled with emotion. I was falling in love. Suddenly, I couldn’t imagine losing my baby girl.

A CHILD LIKE NO OTHER A couple years ago I met author and speaker Leticia Velasquez, who wrote A Special Mother is Born, which includes her own story about raising a child with Down Syndrome. I was deeply struck by the portion where she talks about how, as her daughter Christina was sleeping in her arms, she thought about Jesus’ mom mothering Him; she then meditated on the commonalities between Jesus and children with special needs. This was her inspiration: Mary bore a Child like no other; A child who did not conform to society’s expectations; He was different from the others; He gazed upon Heaven when the rest could only see clouds. He reminded them of their failings, their lack of charity, their shallowness, their impatience, and their rush to judgment. His government tried to kill Him, and eventually succeeded. He had to endure constant misunderstanding of what He was trying to communicate, and bore the frustration of those who misunderstood Him. He was mocked and rejected, and at times, it seemed only His mother still stood by Him. She felt the loneliness of seeing her Son rejected because He was different, yet she bore the pain patiently because she knew that it was for us, the ‘least of these’ that He suffered and died.40

THE NEXT DAY WAS RAIN-SOAKED and smelled of thick sweet caramel, warm coconut and ginger. A nearby bakery fanned its daily offerings. A lapis lazuli sky was blanketed by gunmetal gray clouds as it wept crocodile tears across the parched Los Angeles landscape. When Ivy was a child and she overheard adults talking about their break-ups, in her young feeble-formed mind, she imagined it in the most literal of essences. She once heard her mother speaking of her break up with an emotionally unavailable man. She said they broke up on 69th Street. Ivy visualized her mother and that man breaking into countless fragments, like a spilled box of jigsaw pieces. And she imagined them shattered in broken shards, being blown down the pavement of 69th Street. For some reason, on the drive home from Marcel’s apartment that next morning, all Ivy could think about was her mother and that faceless man in broken pieces, perhaps some aspects of them still stuck in cracks and crevices of the sidewalk, mistaken as grit. She couldn’t get the image of Marcel having his seizure out of her mind. It left a burning sensation in the center of her chest. An incessant flame torched her lungs, chest, and even the back door of her tongue. Witnessing someone you cared about experiencing a seizure was one of those things that scribed itself indelibly on the canvas of your mind. It was gut-wrenching. Graphic and out-of-body, it was the stuff that post traumatic stress syndrome was made of.

Eliza flips open Weird Tales March 1999, Hey I just had a fun lil spark of inspiration. I know you're busy this summer but I was wondering if maybe at the end of summer you would be interested in doing an afterward for my new book Satanic Panic & the Very Special Episodes. The book is a materialist counterfeit reality. The book was inspired by my 400th viewing of one of my all time favorite movie The Truman Show and I was thinking about the psychological implications of that flick, about how even after Jim Carrey's escape from the dome would he ever truly be able to trust his surroundings. I don't think so. I'm also reading some classic madness-caused-by-society texts like Anti-Oedipus and Foucault's Madness and Civilization. And I'm also reading about all of the classic kinds of schizo delusional thinking like delusions of reference, fregoli syndrome (in my opinion the scariest of all delusions), stuff like that. The book is a meta tavern confession. These two guys are sitting in a super shabby tavern and they've both basically forgotten how they got into this shabby tavern and they both kind of convince themselves and each other that they're on a set that's meant to look like a shabby tavern. The shabby construction they believe exists to give them a hint that they exist in a counterfeit reality. There are some fun neoplasms in the book like omniscinditus. One of the characters invents that word and says the word means "special secret purpose or message hidden inside common objects and concepts." The two characters basically convince themselves that everything has omniscinditus. And as I've been writing this book my mind has wandered back to mediation technology because my mind always wanders back to mediation technology. For the afterword I was wondering if I could give you a prompt for an essay that I want to be both a thing that informs Satanic Panic and the afterword. I need an expert. My prompt is, if you are down (and if you are not down I totally understand and will not be offended), about mediation technology in the hands of hypercapitalists and the algorithm as a delusion machine. I don't know what the prompt question(s) would be here. It's not necessarily a question about truth or falsity. Or maybe it's not quite a question of is this a possibility? Maybe the question(s) are about a composite of the old world and our new mediation tech as a behaviorism machine that tricks us into loving the machine. And maybe the question has something to do with the Descartes demon and tech and the old saying about how everyone throughout history has thought-demons lived in tech, but what if mediated tech became so advanced a "demon" could be invented. My thoughts always return to "well if a corporation or government or intelligence agency (some overflowing with incompetence and other silliness) can send people to a south american country or a middle eastern country or elsewhere and those people can, part of the time, successfully rally citizens and do a coup, why couldn't a technology successfully psychologically manipulate on a mass level as well? Is that what we are saying? That peepers in foreign lands can be easily tricked into coups and stuff like that? Are we talking about mind control and the Air Loom? If so, why is it when we speak of mass mind control happening in the US, scoffs happen? And why wouldn't money-powers go out of their way to create a delusion machine? Is having your masses ebb and flow between slight delusion to full to peace and tranquility and back to delusion beneficial to the money-powers and capitalism? I feel like the arrival of anxiety meeting the hope of tranquility and having that move back and forth over and over must be beneficial. And even if a psychological manipulation technology that advanced is far off, does that mean that powers-that-be are not working on making that a reality? In the book, I'm attempting to frame all of this in a materialist way without any mediation technology…