Acceptance, an adult little’s perspective of others
I accept all people. I know you hear that a lot right? Everyone says they accept everyone, but I really believe I do. I am apprehensive of all people, until I get to know them and see if they are cool or not. I do not judge based on appearances.
Last night, I was introduced to a gentleman who was an American hero. He served his country but did not come back in the same body he left with. While you could feel sorry for him, and for all that he lost, he was making the most out of life. There was part of his medical equipment. It looked like a creepy halloween costume and I commented in my lil voice, eewww that is creepy. I had no idea and felt awful when I realized what I had done. I did not mean to be rude or ignorant, but that was exactly what I was. He didn’t miss a beat. He tells me, if you think that is creepy, look at the daily one. I had such admiration for him and didn’t feel pity at all. I felt bad because I thought I had offended him, not that he had a handicap.
This was huge for me. I know that I accept people, but I wasn’t aware until that moment that I really didn’t care what they looked like, but that all that mattered to me is to make them feel love and acceptance. That is my new life’s mission. Look at the world through my childlike wonder and accept everyone for their differences.