I know some people with disabilities HATE the song “The Impossible Dream.”They hate it because they feel stereotyped and condescended to. It makes them think of Jerry’s Kids and Heidi or the book The Secret Garden. People with disabilities DON’T want to be pitied. They wanted to be respected.
That, however. is not how I feel hearing this song. I guess my hope still springs eternal. I don’t expect to be magically healed. I don’t. But if I don’t let myself believe in “The Impossible Dream,” I might never be able to believe in anything good. I need to believe in something positive, even if it might never happen. I need hope to keep putting one foot in front of the other. (Or to keep wheeling.)