The teacher in this story was a short stocky lady, who, though mentally challenged had an uncanny ability to teach. She could not, or rather would not carry a conversation, but she did have the tenacity to cause those around her to learn whatever she was teaching: What she wished to eat; where she wanted to go; who would be her companion. Her name was Cheryl. Cheryl's mother, Beverly, was 39 when she took a tumble down a flights of steps while exiting a building where she had been the evenings keynote speaker. That fall did not show the full penalty immediately. It would be three more years...

The teacher in this story was a short stocky lady, who, though mentally challenged had an uncanny ability to teach. She could not, or rather would not carry a conversation, but she did have the tenacity to cause those around her to learn whatever she was teaching: What she wished to eat; where she wanted to go; who would be her companion. Her name was Cheryl. Cheryl's mother, Beverly, was 39 when she took a tumble down a flights of steps while exiting a building where she had been the evenings keynote speaker. That fall did not show the full penalty immediately. It would be three more years...