Posted by: Michael | 07/03/2013

Tenderness

Watching a mentally disabled (my apologies if I’m getting the term wrong) man navigate through the treacherous social world of the city this morning at once made me uncomfortable and filled my heart with a bitter sweet tenderness. My discomfort is the fact that before I knew he was disabled I had judged him by his appearance. So why did I need that piece of information before I could open my heart?


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