Creedmoor was a place where we threw away people and simply locked them up simply because they were different. Imagine walking into a room with 10 little autistic kids no higher than your thigh all wearing football helmets. Then imagine one of them coming up to you and grabbing your wrist looking for help.
I should have scooped the kid up and ran like hell. After college I wandered around for a while but got engaged with the Special Olympics and helped foster a young woman who new my GF knew who lived in a group home who had downs syndrome. Her parents had abandoned her like the kids at Creedmoor.
As it turned out my Philosophy major ended up with my career in banking since I met a Phd in Philosophy from BU who was also a director of a bank and he got me my first job in banking.
I still remain active with Special Olympics due to that one field trip in college decades ago.
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