special therapies

special therapies

MARCH GLADNESS!

Libby* sat on the bench with her arms folded and her head down. It was her first game as a member of Cunningham’s girls’ basketball team and while it was just the first half, she was frustrated with herself because she hadn’t scored.

“I don’t feel like I’m helping the team at all,” she told her coach.

Life Lessons in Lyrics

Sixteen-year-old Jarrod began writing furiously, requiring two separate pieces of paper to express his thoughts.  His emotions which centered on his relationship with his mother, and the abuse he endured, flowed feverishly onto the paper:
 
“You cried when I left you, but you didn’t do anything to prove that you cared…
 
You never listened…You went to prison, you got out, and you started again…