world is to measure distance. architectonic barriers everywhere, closed mentality, beliefs false diffuse, insistent gaze of the people, absolutely meaningless questions ... and in the midst of a world that there are people who walk ruoteggiano, or because they have a different face in possiedono1dono + (a chromosome), or are slow in thinking (The company is a slave of the time). and these people face every day with great difficulty. struggling to find work ("you do not work if the board is not serious") to exit ("There are associations for their purpose"). the matter is that disabled people want, want and hope (of finding true friends and true) like any other young man in the world. Known every day so much indifference towards disability. million disabled people in the house closed expect that a voluntary spirit of good will "lead out" (often confused people and animals). associations not only have to live it is gratifying to see their parents sad and worried about the absolute loneliness of the children is even less ... reflecting on everything I thank God every day because I am firmly convinced that living in a "micro accessible" is a great little world where I can count on the Friends, where they are celebrating, you swill happily together, you go out, have fun , where when I really need to run me out, where star among able-bodied and disabled is not integration, but just friendship ... where a normal person asks a girl down "I want to see that movie with you, when you think of a relaxing evening? "where" I want to try the chair with you ... "Where" life seen a coach have + style .... where "I specialize and then go skiing in looseness" where the film struggles over who has the comfortable chair + ... where your best friend comes to get you, travels, dreams and plans with you .... where is the conquest of one of the others ..... in other words where it is not necessary to be normal, but only themselves .... I warmly thank my friends-fellow many adventures (and misadventures) belonging to this amazing micro .... I love you ... Giada
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