Kevin and his mother, Susan, were getting ready to leave our house after having dinner with us. It had been a fun and enjoyable evening. My 3 year old daughter--Marina--wanted me to pick her up and hold her as we watched Kevin being loaded into his van. As we were saying our good-byes, and Susan was making sure Kevin was secure in the front of the van, Marina whispered in my ear: “Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be just like Kevin.”
Marina truly admired and looked up to Kevin. She also knew his true state of being--happy. And that is all she saw. She no longer saw the deformed, misshapen and immobile Kevin. All she saw was a happy boy. Later, Marina would request a wheelchair for her birthday.
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