Autobiography of christopher de vinck family
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“The Power of the Powerless: a brother’s lesson”
As stated in The New York Times recently, “Pope Francis issued a new pastoral letter ... in which he urged Roman Catholics around the world to let go of consumerism and individualism, and rediscover the importance of opening up to others.”
Thirty-nine years ago, my brother Oliver proved that the pope was right.
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It seems these days we do not pay true attention to the interior lives of our loved ones and to our neighbors. This weekend, when many of us find ourselves stretched between the virtue of Thanksgiving and the vice of Black Friday, is a good time to consider the guidance of Oliver and Francis.
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Have we become a nation of superficial people focusing on wealth and the accumulation of things? Children communicate on cellphones. We occupy our time with television and shopping. We need to be reminded that there is more to a person than a bank account and material goods. The hidden messengers in our world need to dazzle us.
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In 1985, my brother Oliver dazzled the world. On the surface, he was useless. Severely brain damaged before birth, Oliver was blind. He had no intellect. He couldn’t speak or chew. He was in bed all
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Author and educator Christopher de Vinck knows firsthand the truth of the Scripture verse from Isaiah 11:6, “A little child shall lead them.” He saw it in his home, growing up with his severely disabled brother Oliver, about whom he wrote the acclaimed memoir, “The Power of the Powerless.”
Christopher has now applied that idea to a Christmas novel called “Mr. Nicholas,” which tells the story of a boy with Down syndrome, his self-absorbed father who can’t accept his son’s disability, and the Santa Claus figure who helps bridge the divide between the two of them. We discussed it recently on “Christopher Closeup” (podcast below).
Though Christopher has met many parents of children with disabilities who are accepting, loving, and supportive of their kids, a few were not. He said, “I did know of one family who had two disabled boys, and the father would come home from work, close the door to his bedroom, and have nothing to do with the family. Some people just can’t endure the sorrow or pain. And it’s hard, we don’t want to judge. We want to simply support and help those in the circumstance. But there is that attitude [toward] the disabled. It’s much better today…with Special Olymp
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