Retarded

I walked into a business this morning. There were three middle aged men visiting. I don't know who are what they were talking about. The first words I heard when I entered were, "They're just so retarded." I closed the door and walked to wait in line. The man who was talking to the others when I walked in looked in my direction and said something about how they were just talking about how this some people are so retarded. I said, "Oh, I don't know. I live with one who is pretty special. In fact, she has made me a much better person." It wasn't a few seconds until the topic of conversation changed. I wish they knew my daughter. She has Down syndrome, and I think she is pretty special. She is sensitive to others, loves everyone, will never forget a thing about you and could hold her own in most spelling bees. I have said before, and wish I would have told those men, that we all should have Down syndrome for a few days. The world would be a better place. If we all had Down syndrome, there would be unconditional love like you have never seen before. There would be much forgiveness, and everyone would get a minimum of one hug per day. Today's Winning Thought: I am not angry at those men. I just wish they knew someone like my daughter. Had she been with me, she would have shaken every hand, asked about their families, what they had for dinner last night, gave them a high-five, and probably hugged them. That is just who she is. She does not see skin color, or developmental delays, or any other difference many of us see. We think she is pretty special. And we think we are blessed.

Comments

[Kathy G]

Beautiful, Marv! So is your daughter ... what a blessing she is!