I remember while on training a grandmother came to enquire about enrollment for her grandson who was Intellectually Disabled. I remember one of the teachers saying that he is acting strange and he is not for this school. One day she blurted out, ‘They need to send someone for this boy. I not qualified for this.’ The other children in that group were moving their chairs away from him. I remember going over and stretching my hand out and leading him to where my class was. The children looked at him and were acting like the children from the other group but I took him and placed him next to me and started talking to him. One boy asked what is wrong with him I told him nothing is just that he is in a new place and needs help with how to behave around other children. He stayed with me for the day and the children started helping him with getting toys, showing him where to get his bag and where the bathroom was. He ended up staying with me for the month he was at the Centre. His grand mom came and said they had to leave the area but disclosed something to me that I never told the teachers. The day the teacher blurted out her statement she was outside just in case he “acted up”. She was coming to take him but heard when I was speaking to him and she decided that he would stay. Looking back now I started my own journey on inclusion and I didn’t even know it.