Sunday, March 16, 2014

Today my dad and I reminisced over my unique stories of growing up as a disabled child. My favorite so far happened when we were on vacation when I was quite young. While in a museum, a fellow young vacationer, who belonged to a family that had be extremely obnoxious and rude the entire tour, came up to me and in a very crude way yelled "Whats wrong with that girls' leg?!" (Now to give him some credit, I was wearing a new leg that was still under construction, so the top was clear). This lovely childs parents decided to play the 'pretend we didn't hear that' card, so my dad being the understanding guy he is, asked if he had any questions. The kid proceeded to ask the same question with discuss in his voice and pointed for dramatic effect. My dad's response, in the most nonchalant way possible, "Oh! It's just not painted yet."

This just reminds me how lucky I am to have the parents I have. They not only helped me gain the confidence to walk with my gimp limp, but also the wit to deal with the world around me.