the last job i had.before leaving to raise my grandson…..was in a school for severely disabled children. i loved it. even tho we nicknamed it village of the damned.
one day in pouring rain we were takin a boy home..usually i tried to keep him occupied cos he had a tendency to grab the driver by the throat………but this day i was distracted for a second and we were travelling up a main road.he lunged for the driver and we eneded up spinning the car and facing oncoming traffic.
another time he stripped naked an threw his clothes thro the car window.
and there was the time we turned into his street and narrowly missed running him over.he had escaped from the house and was sitting in the middle of the road.
my driver chased him down the street whilst i was bent double over the car helpless laughing. :oops:
they were a handful to be sure but a joy to work with.