The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 10: Like a Rosebud

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This scene ends Chapter 25 on a joyous note. Thirteen-year-old Karen realizes that she is blossoming like a rose and helping her friends blossom in their own unique ways. They are changing the world. Stay tuned for a darker chapter, as Karen tries to befriend a mean girl.

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Scene 10: Cooling It Like a Rosebud

Karen turned around and walked back to her mother’s bedroom, dragging her left foot with a limp deeper than usual. She loved being with people, but she also knew when she needed to be alone.

As she looked out through her Mama’s bedroom window into the rose garden, she was taken to a place of stillness and solitude. She raised the window and let the rose perfume fill her lungs.

The joy she had seen in Tammy’s and Kimberly’s eyes lit up her heart. She was doing it. She was fulfilling her potential. She was making the world a better place, especially for people with disabilities. She was unfolding and blossoming like a rose, and she was helping her friends blossom too, each in her own unique way. They were still more bud than bloom, but they were opening to the world and bringing their beauty into it. Together they were changing the world.

The Healing Horse, Ch 25, Scene 9: Happy Goodbyes

In this scene, the friends say goodbye after promising to meet, again, soon. That is all good. But we also get a glimpse of what is to come, as Tammy’s sister glares at Karen.

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Scene 9: Happy Goodbyes

Karen and Kimberly put away the scarves, the Victrola records, and the other things they had played with. Kimberly tucked the tube of lipstick back into her jeans pocket. Then Karen pushed Tammy’s wheelchair through the door, down the hall, and onto the front porch. She loved helping her friend.

Karen and Kimberly hugged Tammy goodbye. She beamed.

“I hope you can come visit again soon,” Karen said to her. “You, too,” she said to Kimberly.

“Yes! Soon!” the girls shrieked at the same time.

Mrs. Beaumont and Tammy’s sister bumped the wheelchair down the steps, and the others followed. Then she let Karen push the chair along the brick path to Mrs. Beaumont’s station wagon. The two mothers hugged, and Mrs. Beaumont transferred Tammy into the back seat.

Mrs. Beaumont backed the big station wagon out of the driveway into the street. As everyone waved, Karen glimpsed Sandra glaring at her from the front seat passenger seat. Tammy’s sister was not happy about Tammy’s new friends.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 8: The Blessing of Acceptance

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In this scene, the happy play date ends as Tammy realized she has found complete acceptance for her exactly as she is.

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Scene 8: The Blessing of Acceptance

An hour passed, an hour of joy and affirmation. Then the doorbell rang. Through the laughter of her friends, Kitten heard Mrs. Beaumont’s voice. She could not make out the words, but she knew the afternoon had ended.

A moment later, Mama and Mrs. Beaumont walked through the bedroom door. They surveyed the scarves and the lipstick tube discarded on the carpet. Mama lifted Karen from the floor, where she had collapsed in laughter. Tammy had also tipped sideways in her chair, but she still wore the yellow feather bo Mrs. Beaumont pulled Tammy back into an upright position and secured the straps.

Karen hoped they were not in trouble. Then Tammy’s sister Sandra came in. Her eyebrows closed into a frown. “Tammy, are you okay?” she asked.

Tammy raised her head, and as it twitched from side to side, she said, “This was the best afternoon of my life. Kitten and Kimberly accepted me as I am.”

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 7: Lipstick

image of red lipstick in a tube This novel deals with the struggles of growing up with disabilities, but there can be happy times, too, when children make new friends and dance with joy.

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Scene 7: Lipstick

A few minutes later, Kimberly ran back into Karen’s mother’s bedroom. She giggled so hard that she could barely get her words out.

“Guess what I have, girls?”

Karen and Tammy caught the giggles and shouted, “Lipstick!

Kimberly pulled a golden tube out of her jeans pocket. She pulled the cover off and twisted the base until the waxy, cinnamon-colored lipstick rose.

“Who’s first?”

Karen said, “Let Tammy be first, and how about if we play dress-up, too? I’ll get out Mama’s shawls, and we can do each other’s hair. Do you want some music? I can turn on the old Victrola. We can listen to some jazz and blues.”

“That’s a great idea!” Kimberly and Tammy shouted.

Karen hurried to the antique Victrola that stood in the corner. As gently as she could, she slipped a wax disc out of its sleeve and started the music playing. It was Cab Calloway singing “You Gotta Ho-De-Ho.” She and Kimberly danced a few steps. Tammy’s arms and legs moved in time with the tune.

Tammy puckered her lips, and Karen applied the cinnamon lipstick. Kimberly puckered her lips in sympathy with Tammy. Karen put the color onto Kimberly’s mouth, and Kimberly put it onto hers. They pursed their lips like their mothers did to smooth out the lipstick. Tammy watched and did the same.

Karen dashed to Mama’s armoire. The floor of it was over a foot up, so she had to climb into the cupboard, and then stretch her right arm far overhead to reach the clothes. She tugged each shawl off its hanger and draped it around her neck. First came a pink silk shawl, then a black cashmere one, and then a yellow feather boa.

“Which of these do you want, Tammy?” Karen asked, holding up the shawls.

“Oooooh, the yellow one!”

Karen looped the yellow feather boa around Tammy’s neck with the most fashionably elegant result.

“Which one do you want, Kimberly?” she asked.

“I’ll take black, please.”

Kimberly shook the cashmere square until it was flat and then snuggled it around her torso and wrapped the top edge in upon itself so it stayed in place like a bath towel.

“It’s my little black dress, ladies!”

They laughed more.

Karen draped the pink shawl deliciously around her neck and over her shoulder, just like a movie star would when greeting a deluge of admiring fans on the red carpet.

“Do you want to fix each other’s hair, too?” Karen asked.

“That sounds like fun,” Tammy said.

Karen dragged the stool from Mama’s dressing table until it was in front of Tammy’s wheelchair. Kimberly sat down carefully so that she would not disturb her newly made cocktail outfit. She leaned forward so that her waist-length, wavy brunette hair hung forward and within easy reach for Tammy.

Using her strong right hand, Karen unbuckled the strap that held down Tammy’s right arm. Gently, she wrapped Tammy’s fingers and thumb around the handle of the natural bristle brush from Mama’s dressing table. As Kimberly leaned over Tammy’s lap, Karen helped her friend brush Kimberly’s hair. At the same time, Tammy’s left leg muscles mimicked the movements of her right arm. Despite the buckle and strap that held it down, her left leg jerked up and down as her right hand brushed Kimberly’s hair. Her left foot, which was also strapped into place, spasmodically pushed back and forth, without any control. Her spasticity was directly related to her excitement.
Kimberly was caught off-guard with curiosity. She could not understand why Tammy’s leg was extending and contracting at the same time as her hand was, but she was so comfortable with Tammy’s company, that she simply asked her why that was happening.

“Tammy, why is your leg going like that?”

Immediately, Tammy’s limbs relaxed a little, although they continued dancing, slightly, choreographed by her inner life.

Tammy smiled and said, “I can’t control these movements. They’re part of my spasticity. That’s why my feet are buckled in and my arms are strapped down. Otherwise, they’d fly all over the place. When I get excited they move around even more. To me, it’s a normal part of life. I’m used to it.”

Kimberly smiled with relief. She felt a lot more comfortable after asking and knowing. “Okay,” she said. “I understand.”

The girls danced and hummed and sang with the music, as they primped and fussed over each other, brushed each other’s hair, got all the bumps out of their ponytails, and fixed their bangs just right.

“Ohhhhhhh,” Tammy gushed. “I look so pretty! No! So ravishing, just like a princess!”

“Now for the finishing touches,” announced Kimberly, as she danced to the beat of the music. “It’s time for the finishing touches, girls! More lipstick!”

Kimberly added more color to Tammy’s lips, and then to Karen’s. While they were rubbing the lipstick in, Kimberly put hers on.

“Now, we look as stunning as Elizabeth Taylor! Are we going out on the town?”

They screamed with laughter and danced wildly.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 6: We Look Into a Mirror That No One Else Can See

People with disabilities view themselves reflected in a mirror that most people cannot even see. People without disabilities see hopelessness. People with disabilities see courage and potential to be all they can be.

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Scene 6: We Look Into a Mirror That No One Else Can See

During the minutes they waited for Kimberly, Both girls gleamed with anticipation of trying the lipstick. Karen used the time to share her belief in Tammy and Tammy’s abilities.

She said, “I know your life is more challenging than mine, but you are not alone. You and I are going to leave a mark on this world. You just wait and see!”

Tammy made eye contact with Karen, and Karen waited for Tammy to speak. She knew how hard getting words out was for her friend.

“Do you really think so, Kitten?”

“Yes, Tammy. I think so! A lot is lacking in the world’s attitude toward us as people with cerebral palsy. Society has not yet accepted us. They have trouble with what we say and how we say it. We have to face our pain and our struggles by ourselves, while others get to run away from them.

“We look into a mirror that no one else can see. They don’t know what it’s like to be us. We are at the bottom of the totem pole. Do you think they will give us the wherewithal to achieve any kind of success? They have trouble understanding that we can achieve anything. They think they must control our every thought and word. Don’t they understand we can succeed if given a chance? They have even more trouble believing that we have the same desires and capabilities that they do, because of all the labels of learning disabled, spastic, and paralyzed with brain damage that dehumanize us. Just look at the typewriter artist, Paul Smith. He has C.P. with severe spasticity. His parents were told he had no chance of surviving. He was not allowed to go to school or learn to read and write. He could not speak until he was in his teens. Yet, he became an artist. That disproves everything they think.

“It is within us to change the attitudes of people around us, and hopefully around the world. We must voice our views and allow our disability to shine through. We must remain accountable for who we are, and we must allow our experience of being disabled to be what it is. From that recognition comes our pride, our satisfaction, and our high regard for ourselves. When we derive a deep, positive conviction from achieving something we thought or were told was unattainable, then we possess dignity and a sense of worth. This is who we are.

“Every human being goes through this process. Why not us? Why are we different? Why are we left behind? Why do we have to be protected from our own thoughts, feelings, and dreams? Is there something so terrible about having our own dreams?

“Is there something so terribly wrong with us that humanity has to stop us from having our own goals? Must they destroy our dreams by immediately trying to control them? This is our life! Not theirs! We can’t be afraid to speak up for what we know is right.

“Our disability and pride start with the world around us and expand from there. When you or I affirm each other’s experiences, we validate who we are. When we affirm each other’s goodness we enable each other to move forward and beyond. When we face our feelings straight on, we enable ourselves to release the hurt and pain and see the truth squarely in the mirror.”

Karen looked at Tammy’s reflection with compassion. Tammy looked back with admiration. Her emotions raised her, inspiring her with an intense desire to empower herself.

Tammy sat up straight in her wheelchair. A prickly, tingling sensation that she had never felt before slowly moved up from her hands, through her arms, and then through every nerve in her body. It was healing energy that pulsated as it restored her rigid body. Her eyes opened wider as these truths touched her depths and her arms and legs danced.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 5: Magical Wisdom

In this scene, Karen brings her friends to her Mama’s bedroom, where they are awestruck by the image of themselves in a mirror. This is what the dresser looked like, but the reflection in the mirror is not what they saw.

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Scene 5: Magical Wisdom

Karen stopped outside Mama’s bedroom door.

“Close your eyes,” she said. “When I tell you to open, it will be like magic.”

“But I have to be able to see where I’m going,” Kimberly objected.

“No, you don’t. Just hold onto me while I push Tammy into Mama’s room. I’ll tell you when to look.”

“Okay. I trust you, Karen.”

“Me too,” added Tammy.

Karen slowly opened the door and pushed Tammy’s wheelchair until it was right in front of the dresser. Kimberly held tight to her waist. She could feel Kimberly’s breath on her neck.

“Okay! Open your eyes!”

“Magical,” Tammy sighed while trying to catch her breath. “It’s the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Kimberly spontaneously hugged Karen. “Oh yes,” she said. “The most beautiful.” She let go and stepped back.

Tammy was spellbound. Kitten stood behind her wheelchair, and Kimberly stood beside it. Before them stood a nineteen-thirties, burl walnut, Art Deco dressing table. Rather than conventional drawers on the sides and a table in the middle, it had columns on the sides with three large semicircular drawers topped by large flat surfaces to hold makeup, hairbrushes, and other beauty tools. In the middle, there was an open space so that one could lean forward toward the mirror that rose, gigantically, massively, shining back at them, round and bigger than all three girls. They stared, unblinking, into each other’s eyes reflected in the mirror.

As Karen and Kimberly stood silently, Tammy mumbled, then repeated more clearly, and then enunciated in a clear voice, “I wonder what it would be like to not have disabilities, to be able-bodied.”

Kimberly looked at Karen without speaking, her eyebrows raised. Kitten recalled what Pegasus had taught her and replied, “Why would you want that? My disabilities are important parts of my totality of me. They are who I am in many ways. I know the feeling of wanting a whole, perfect body, but nobody is perfect. A wise friend taught me that when I try for perfection, then I undermine my capabilities. We need to look at what we have, not at what we don’t have. We can all grow and improve in our own ways, but we will never become perfect. Besides, disabilities have a proud history. Think of Helen Keller and Franklin Delano Roosevelt! You and I stand proudly with them.”

Tammy said, “I understand, but haven’t you ever wondered what if? Sometimes, needing so much help drives me crazy. I don’t ever have any privacy. My mother has to do everything for me. I hate it!”

After thinking for a moment, Karen said, “Your mom doesn’t need to do everything for you. Speak up and tell her you want to try more by yourself. It’s not easy, but maybe she will understand. Anyway, who you are does not depend on what you look like or who dresses you. You’re a smart girl, and nothing can change that. Most people don’t have any disabilities at all, but they accomplish very little. But day by day, just like me, you can become proud of your disability because it is a beautiful part of the whole of you. Plus, I am your friend and will always be there for you. Nothing can ever get in the way of our friendship.”

Kimberly looked back and forth between Karen and Tammy with a solemn expression, her powder blue eyes wide with emotion. Her forehead wrinkled, and she did not speak.

Karen continued, “Kimberly, you don’t need to say anything. Being disabled is very frustrating. Sometimes it helps just to talk about it and to have someone listen.”

All three sighed and let the moment sink in.

Kimberly stepped between Tammy and Karen and the mirror.

“Who wants to try my lipstick?” she asked.

The spell of their image in the mirror was broken. Tammy was immediately restored to her friends. She was no longer hypnotized by either the mirror or by her mindset.

Karen and Tammy said, “You have lipstick? Where is it?”

“It’s at home,” Kimberly responded. “I can run home and get it if you like!”

“Yes, please, Kimberly!” both girls shrieked.

“I’ll be back in a jiff. It’ll only take a minute!”

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 4: Up the Brick Path

In this scene, Karen meets her friend Tammy’s sister, an unhappy teenager who resents her disabled little sister.

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Scene 4: Up the Brick Path

Kimberly’s long brown hair was parted in the middle and hung down her back. A breeze blew it as she crossed the street. She stopped by the driver’s side of the big, black station wagon and talked with someone inside.

The door opened, and Mrs. Beaumont got out. She was petite but had broad, powerful shoulders. She wore her hair up, like the lady she was and looked good in tan capris and a white button-up shirt with its tails hanging out. They shook hands, and Kimberly helped her drag a folded wheelchair out of the back. Mrs. Beaumont opened another door of the station wagon and pushed the chair close to it, so she could lift Tammy into it.

A tall, very heavy teenage girl climbed out of the station wagon, her eyes narrow, and her lips pursed in anger. She, too, wore tan capris and a white shirt with the tails out, and her brown hair was in a flip. She helped Mrs. Beaumont lift Tammy and pivot her into the chair. Tammy wore a matching outfit and had her hair in a flip, too.

They walked slowly up the curved brick path to the front door. The teenage girl smiled, but only with her lips.

“Mama! They’re here!” Karen shouted as she patted her hair, opened the door, and rushed down the steps to help.

“Hi, Tammy! Hi, Mrs. Beaumont! Hi, Kimberly! And you must be Sandy, Tammy’s big sister. Nice to meet you! Why don’t you guys come in?”

She helped pull Tammy’s wheelchair up the single step onto the porch, as Mama proudly watched.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Mrs. Beaumont left to run errands in her station wagon, and Mama retreated to the kitchen so the girls could play by themselves. Sandy followed Mama to the kitchen. She would do her homework but be available to help Tammy.

Karen said, “Tammy, this is my friend Kimberly from across the street. Even though we are the same age, she doesn’t have any disabilities so she goes to the neighborhood school. So, now you are getting to meet another girl without disabilities besides your sister! And Kimberly, this is Tammy who has lots of disabilities. She goes to my school and is my best friend, there, just like you’re my best after-school friend. Now, let’s go to Mama’s room so Tammy can see the beautiful Art Deco dresser, and we can play.”

Kimberly hugged Tammy, and Tammy smiled as Karen pushed her wheelchair down the hallway straight to Mama’s bedroom.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 5: Waiting for Tammy and Kimberly

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In this short scene, Karen watches as her friends arrive and feels reassured by her mother’s presence.

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Scene 5: Waiting for Tammy and Kimberly

The week seemed to take forever, but now Tammy and Kimberly would arrive any minute.

Karen paced the living room and told herself, “Calm down, Kitten. It’s exciting that Tammy and Kimberly are finally going to meet, but you need to take some deep breaths and stay cool.”

She took a deep breath and peeked through the sheer curtains on the dining room window. Kimberly was starting to cross the street from her house, just as a brand new, black Chrysler New Yorker station wagon pulled into their driveway. She knew this must be Tammy and her mother.

She heard Mama rattling pots and pans in the kitchen and smelled fresh coffee brewing.

“Mama,” she called. “They’re here!”

She felt Mama’s warm hands on her shoulders and glanced around to see her mother dressed in Capris and a loose shirt, just like her.

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25, Scene 2: Tammy Wants a Play Date

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As Mama was hoping, Karen comes home from school and asks for a play date with Tammy.

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Scene 2: Tammy Wants a Play Date

A few minutes later, Karen hopped down from the school bus in front of her house. After stopping to pet Pegasus, she ran inside.

“Mama! Guess what Tammy and I were talking about on the ride home today!”

Mama hugged her and replied, “I don’t know, my Krana Layala. You’re going to have to tell me.”

“Tammy wants to visit me after school! And I can invite Kimberly from across the street. Tammy’s dying to meet kids that aren’t disabled. Her sister’s the only one she knows. And Kimberly’s not disabled, but she wants to meet more disabled kids than just me. Is that okay, Mama? Please?”

“Sure, honey!” Mama answered with a big smile. “When would you like them to come?”

“Maybe next week, if that’s all right with you?”

“That’s fine, Kitten. Just make sure Pegasus is at the ranch when your friends come to visit. I’m sure they would enjoy him, but maybe we can save that for another time. He’s still a little bit of a secret, especially his talking. Understand?”

“Yes, Mama, I sure do!”

The Healing Horse, Ch. 25: Magical, Scene 1

image of apples in a basket This scene opens Chapter 25: Magical, which explores the effects of friendship, art, and even makeup on young lives. Scene 1 sets the stage, as Tammy’s mom phones Karen’s to propose a play date for the girls.

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Scene 1: A Call from Patsy

The last day of January was warm and dry. When Mama arrived home from work, she left the windows of the car rolled down and thought she would relax outside. But then the phone rang inside the new house.

She hurried in and picked up the heavy, black receiver.

“Hello?” she said.

“Katie! It’s Patsy! Do you have a sec?”

It was Tammy’s mother. Patsy always talked fast and sounded excited. Mama sat down by the phone and kicked off her heels. Karen would not arrive home for thirty minutes, so this was a good time for some grown-up talk.

“How would you feel about Tammy coming over to play with Karen? It could work the other way, too, but I know the girls have been talking about your Art Deco dresser. You have one, right? It must be a beauty. My Tammy is crazy to see it, so I thought I should check with you and see what you thought. Great socialization. Build friendships. Even a little art appreciation. I don’t see how it could go wrong.”

“I think that would be splendid! Anything to encourage Karen to socialize more.”

“Well, she already is, isn’t she? Since the school got rid of that mean Mrs. Pinzetti and hired a qualified special ed teacher to help the kids with learning disabilities, Karen seems to have really perked up. At least she looks happier when I see her. Tammy, too!”

“Yes, you’re right, Karen’s really coming out of her shell. She’s been walking to the local grade school and playing tetherball with the children, there. They seem to accept her, and she’s made friends with several of them. And I know she and Tammy are close. She talks about Tammy all the time. I think it’d be wonderful if Tammy could come over for a visit.”

“That’s great! Tammy talks about Karen all the time too. I think Karen is the only real friend she has. Your daughter is so kind. She relates really well to people and understands everything Tammy says. It’s like she has wisdom beyond her years.”

“Thank you. She is wonderful, but of course, she’s my daughter, so what else would I say?”

The women laughed, and then Patsy said, “I need to go now. The bus is here with Tammy. Why don’t we see if the girls ask about visiting, and if they don’t then we bring it up? But I’d like them to take the initiative.”

Mama said, “You’re right. Let’s see if they will do it. Have a good evening, and talk to you soon.”

She hung up the phone. Outside the kitchen window, Pegasus was munching on the fresh apples Karen kept in a basket for him.

She swung open the window and said, “Six months. Six months since Karen walked to the pier and met you, Pegasus, and look at the changes in her life. This girl Tammy has become so important in my Kitten’s life, and her mother won’t reveal anything about her past. What happened to the father? Did he die, like my love, or did he abandon his family, when he realized that he was responsible for a child who would always need him? I wish Patsy would tell me, silly me who talks to horses.”

She closed the window and sat down to relax until Karen got home.