page is dedicated to the students, teachers,and
all other staff of Sullivan East High School, Bluff City TN 37618
"To Greg Littrell
there were only two kinds of people in the world. The ones he had never
met and his very good friends. Greg's friendship knew no degrees and the
opportunity to socialize was like warm rain on Spring flowers; he thrived
on it…In our classroom an awful lot of teaching
has gone on during this time and Greg even allowed me to do some of it…Greg's
great strength was his understanding of people. I believe that finally,
I can best describe Greg by calling him a collector. While other kids collected
baseball cards, stamps, rocks or athletic trophies; Greg collected friends.
He never tired in his quest for new ones to add to his huge collection
and he never became bored with earlier ones. Those of us here today are
blessed to have been part of Greg's extraordinary collection…" Some
of the comments made at Greg's funeral by his special education teacher--Mr.
SULLIVAN COUNTY, TENNESSEE
I has been difficult for me to start the web
pages that deal with Greg and East High school. I have put a lot
of thought in to what I want to include in them. For me, as his mother,
the process brings emotions to the surface that I have tried very
hard to conceal from myself and others. To do these pages, I must
look at pictures of Greg with his school mates, teachers; counselors; custodians
and administration personal. I must reread the sympathy cards that I have
received. I still cannot believe that Greg is gone. Words cannot
describe the hugh empty space that I have in my heart and in my life because;
Greg was my life. Maybe when I have completed this project I will
be able to better accept the things that I cannot change.
I am very thankful that Greg had the opportunity
to attend East High and wish to thank everyone there for taking care of
him and making him feel loved and accepted. Being accepted was so
important to Greg and you were a success. When Greg died he felt
good about himself, thanks to all of you.
Greg attended Sullivan East High School
for approximately three years and had many friends there. I believe
that those were probably the happiest times in his life. He looked
forward to school each day because he could see and visit with his friends.
He told me often that his friends looked out for him and would not let
anyone hurt him or be mean to him. Those three years were the
sum total of time that Greg was permitted to interact with his "normal"
peers. He did not know what "normal", "appropriate" behavior at school
was until he arrived at East High in 1994. He had always been denied
any real interaction with other children who were considered "normal."
He was always in special classes with other children who also had behavior
disorders or were discipline problems. I do not wish to dwell on
the bad times because it is very hard for me to deal with those memories.
I can't help but feel that I failed in some way even though, deep down;
I know that I did the best I could and cannot change the past or bring
Greg back. Dottie Littrell - January 25, 1999
Greg was never
included in the Special Olympics until he attended East High School.
He was able to compete two times, and won a gold medal in the regional
competition held at East Tennessee State University. This occurred
in April 1997, five months before his death. I was recovering from
surgery and was not able to attend the event however; I was called by his
teacher and informed of Greg's amazing accomplishment before Greg got home
from school. His teacher said, "Greg ran like a deer". The
down side was that Greg had a seizure right after he crossed the finish
line. He always gave his best effort in spite of the odds against
him. The Scripture quoted above was written on a poster brought to
me the day after Greg's death. There is a large picture of Greg on
the front of the poster with the quote beneath. The entire inside
and back of the poster contains messages to me, to Greg and about Greg,
from students at the high school. I cannot read the messages on the
poster without crying.
HAVE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT, I HAVE FINISHED MY COURSE, I HAVE KEPT THE FAITH.
II TIMOTHY 4:7
When things go wrong, as they sometimes
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low, and the debts are
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As everyone of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest
It's when things seem worse,
that you must not quit.