Posted on Sunday, 27 March 2011

I’ve seen him twice in my life. In the same crowded place, but my eyes make him out every time. He is old, he wears an outdated gray sweater that could not look cuter on him. He sits with his friends, politely, at a table. He uses his manners, he enjoys his food, and he waves at the janitor as he walks by. He gets up to throw away the rest of his food and I try so hard to make eye contact with him. He comes back to his chair where his friend is now sitting in. And with the grace of a forever child, he smacks him in the head. My heart explodes with love, happiness, and compassion. I practice staring from the corner of my eye, and I swell with joy at every moment I can catch with him in it. He is probably in his sixties. He has Down syndrome. And I already know that I love him by just watching him from across a table in the food court. Blessed by innocent, wonderful, and beautiful human beings.

I’ve seen him twice in my life. In the same crowded place, but my eyes make him out every time. He is old, he wears an outdated gray sweater that could not look cuter on him. He sits with his friends, politely, at a table. He uses his manners, he enjoys his food, and he waves at the janitor as he walks by. He gets up to throw away the rest of his food and I try so hard to make eye contact with him.

He comes back to his chair where his friend is now sitting in. And with the grace of a forever child, he smacks him in the head.
My heart explodes with love, happiness, and compassion.
I practice staring from the corner of my eye, and I swell with joy at every moment I can catch with him in it.

He is probably in his sixties. He has Down syndrome. And I already know that I love him by just watching him from across a table in the food court.

Blessed by innocent, wonderful, and beautiful human beings.

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