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We went to our synagogue nursery
school and were turned away —
huge tidal wave hit us. To the JCC
nursery school, and we were turned
away again. To the Jewish
Information Service, which told us
that not one single Jewish disabled
children's charity existed in Detroit.
Another wave. To the Jewish
Family Service where we were told
that it is a "shame" that the commu-
nity does not have a mind-set of a
Jewish child ever really being dis-
abled. Another criant tidal wave strik
ing us.
By this time, the water around us
was already too turbulent to even try

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so many emon
tiring his 'day.
orning time. Chasing a to
ing to get her dressed, prompting
Sammy to put on each atticle of
clothing, :Am 8-year-old wanting to
know what. clothes match, needing to
meet his bus. Somebody comes to
The door. The laundry has to be done
and the water surrounding us gets
deeper.
Meal dine. A toddler refuses u eat
her food and throws it on the floor.
Sammy needs help to make sure he is
able to scoop up each morsel of food.
An 8-year-old wanting to talk about
his day. The phone rings. The dishes
need to be cleaned and the water sur-

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They have encircled us, lust like 2 Ide
preser\-er, keeping us afloat in that
ocean -;ve were thrown in two years
ago. Except now the ocean does not
seem as deep or dark.
When they are here, my husband

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