I pulled into the lot way faster than I care to admit, but I slowed down when I saw a young boy walking by himself. From there we saw around 8 or 9 mentally handicapped people headed into the hotel. I guess that Down syndrome doesn't discriminate because this group was as diverse as they come. They were young and old, black and white, big and small.
As we drove by an older, white woman with a floppy sun hat waved to us with a smile on her face like we were an old friend of hers. So naturally I put my arm out the window and waved back. As we rolled by I heard her exclaim to her friends, "See I know everybody here! Told ya so," and I couldn't help but smile at her little quirk.
It's events like that where you just have to thank god or whatever greater power you believe in for everything you have. The world isn't fair and not everyone is dealt a proper hand.
But you know what? Sometimes it's people with the worst draw who seem the happiest, and the people with the best draw who seem the most miserable. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it isn't about what's given to you, it's about how you react to it. (Charles Swindoll said that first but I paraphrased it.)
That's it really. Just a minute of my day that really stuck out to me.
NP: Nine in the Afternoon- Panic! At the Disco
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