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Jojo Hulett
This beautiful lady in blue is my mom.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.
This beautiful lady in blue is my mom.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.
This beautiful lady in blue is my mom.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.
She and I did not have a close relationship during my adult years -- partly because I did not have (human) grandkids for her to spoil. Nonetheless, I have loved her every single minute of my life, and feel truly privileged to have had her as my mother for the past 51 years.
She experienced a countless number of difficult times in her lifetime, to include making an immeasurable number of sacrifices for her 5 kids, working from sun up to sun down, running from one job to the other -- and sometimes also making amazingly gorgeous wedding cakes and clothing for extra cash. Though her primary job was a school bus driver.
In spite of her many struggles and very little free time, for as long as I can remember, she managed to find silver linings to most every situation, and regularly shared smiles with anyone who needed one.
Likewise, she had a talent for making others feel important, and remained humble at all times. She never looked down on anyone -- no matter their title or level of income. She would show just as much respect to a janitor, as she would a doctor.
I remember like it was yesterday, riding on her school bus to my very first day of kindergarten, carrying a Snow White lunch box, wearing my (adorable) green and white Winnie The Pooh dress.
By the time I had reached junior high, she had taken additional, specialized medical-type training offered by the school board, so she could transition to driving a bus with a wheelchair lift, transporting only handicapped children to/from school -- then never looked back. She fell head over heels for those extra special kids. She had truly found her calling.
She showed gentleness, compassion, patience, and respect to literally hundreds upon hundreds of mentally and physically challenged children prior to retirement many years later.
Even while 'off the clock', she regularly spoke of them to me and my siblings, as she bubbled over with love and empathy for 'her other kids.'
I suspect the day she turned in her school bus after her very last route (of thousands), was one of the saddest days of her life.
Please consider donating, and/or volunteering a few hours of your time to help the #SpecialOlympics branch in your area, as a way of expressing a bit of admiration for the wonderful human being known as Dorothy Oletha Free.