I was excited to learn from one of the emails I received this week that students and staff at Lima’s West and North Middle schools would be competing against each other over the next few days in a fundraiser for the American Heart Association with games of dodge ball.
I was happy to learn that, contrary to popular belief, the sport that was a staple of my growing up years hadn’t in fact been wiped off the map.
Since I went to school in the days before “special accommodations” were made for students like me, if the gym class activity for the day was dodge ball, then that’s what we all played.
As a blind kid I was seldom the last standing when the game was over.
But I held my own just fine simply by listening for the other players to make noise and heaving the ball as hard as I could.
There was a real sense of satisfaction when the ball hit it’s mark making the times when I was on the wrong end of a ball fired back well worth the pain.
And I think my fellow classmates were learning a lesson that I wouldn’t back down or refrain from being involved just because I wasn’t very good at something.
And what’s more I had fun, and any and all bruises would eventually heal.
That’s the way I see it.