This is the second in my series of maybe two columns on sayings that I have based my life on that I want my children to remember. Maybe there will be more, depending upon my undependable memory.

One of the most amazing people from my life was my Uncle Billy, our mother’s younger brother. He had Down syndrome, which, until I became an adult, I thought was caused by my grandmother having measles when she was pregnant, which was what she believed. I’m not sure if that was a general belief back when he was born in the 30s or not.

He lived with my grandparents on the Eastern Shore and was lovingly cared for by them and then my parents for the 60 years he lived, except for two years in Hampton at a school where he learned to read and write. It was a blessing that enriched his whole life, as he

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