I'm writing this while sitting on my back porch with coffee, quietly contemplating the lives around me. My neighbor is one of the most interesting, beautiful people I've ever
encountered. He has lived his life of 40 something years blind, and with an
autism spectral disorder. He is highly intelligent, a great conversationalist,
and incredibly kindhearted. He humbles me. I've experienced far fewer obstacles
in life, yet I've become a jaded and angry adult. Mike believes the best of
people and life naturally. I do not.
My son and firstborn child also
lives with an ASD. He too embraces life, people, and obstacles with an inherent
optimism. Although, in his six short years he's encountered much cold hearted
ignorance and fear motivated rejection in humanity. What is my excuse for my
pessimism?
There is beauty all around me. There is hope. There is love. But I
ache for it from the wrong sources. I seek the approval and affection of the
selfish, unkind world. Could it be that this is a futile enterprise?
The only thing worth
doing is learning to like yourself, love those around you, and reach with
disciplined determination for your dreams. My six-yr-old dreams of being
Spiderman. Being a smart, others-centered bringer of justice, and defender of
innocents. And he is doing a great job so far.
Are my dreams so noble? Am I
working as diligently at achieving them?
Sunday, September 30, 2012
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You might see some of these around OKC this week and next... :)
You might see some of these around OKC this week and next... :)
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