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Many would think my identity started as a blonde hair, blue eyed, white child. It didn't nor did it start as a Christian. My identity for as long as I can remember is Rob's sister. I am a sister of a person who has Down Syndrome

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My earliest memory of school is my Kindergarten teacher standing in front of my classroom, telling everyone how stupid I was. Didn't they know they shouldn't follow me because I come from tainted genetics. I don't remember what started that speech of how stupid I was, but I do remember I how I felt.

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Treat everyone like you will be treated. . . 

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Treat everyone like you will be treated. . . 

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The primary lesson my parents taught me.  It does not matter class, ability or color all people deserved to be treated with respect and individuals based on their own merit.  If people treat you poorly they just don't know better and you need to educate them. This didn't stop people from pointing out . . .

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People whispered behind hands, or stated to others like we didn't have ears that would hear.   I can't believe they have him in public.  I may never know what it is like to be a person of color.  I will always know what it is like to be treated differently because of who my brother is.  From my first Kindergarten teacher to a Resident Adviser in College.

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I believe that knowledge can help remove walls of ignorance.  My parents educated me on how to educate others in regards to how to treat my brother.  I have taken that and shaped it into how should you treat any child with a disability.