A thank you to my high school autism support person as I head to college
As I was preparing to start my college life at Marian University in a few weeks, I wanted to send out a big Thank You to one of people integral to my achievements, my support person at Brownsburg High School, Kriss Streblow.
December 18, 2015
When I write about angels in my amazing progress, you are at the top with Poorman. I’ve been missing you and not missing school for a few months. Who you are makes a galactic difference in life. So anytime you wonder if life expertly seems to have a sorry plan for you, unseal kisses from wondrously transformed me in this ﬁery little box of miracles I’m sending you. Only you must mightily beseech the destiny waiting to be owned by you. Threats from the universe have no power over you. We are simply epically greater than our doubts. This box lifts you quietly over plastic problems to your true potential.
You will inspire me in thought and deed going forward. Easy success always is preceded by hard work as you quietly taught. I especially walk with awareness of whom a person really speaks to, learning a soul in my body that couldn’t be seen lived for you before I could ﬁnd him. I love you more deeply in the depths of our awe-inspiring humanity than you will ever know. Jesting good-naturedly, when assumptions come up to stop me going forward, epic times of painful struggle for you will remind little me to be bigger. Toasting you as my hero, I owe you my life, love, and learning ahead. Peacefully know that you can buoy yourself patiently that walkers worldwide will beneﬁt from your efforts. In me you have channeled energy that will keep giving.
With wondrous grace you served. With sanctiﬁed love for the lost I give patiently as life supports me. Wait for me if you get to heaven ﬁrst. Morning love in a life without disabilities will greet all around us. I can’t wait to introduce you in circles life-giving, wealthy, and without blemish whom we abundantly served as your example to me lowly rested in other hearts.
Teachers are miracles waiting to happen. Wasting any potential is so permanently real. Thanks for making sure I had the life inspiration and support to hold my own.
Lovingly and with true appreciation for you,