This is a story of compassion!

This morning at the gym, I saw a man with one arm coming out of the pool; the first emotion was Compassion, but then I thought that is worse than laughing. The vanity of me to believe this man wanted my Compassion.  Just because he looked like less didn’t mean he wasn’t more. Compassion should be saved for a person in tears at a funeral,  a mother that just gave birth to a still-born child or a person who lost everything in a fire; not someone (with one arm) that got out of their bed to go for a swim early in the morning.  He greeted me with a smile and a “Hello” like many I passed that morning; yet, he’s the only person I narrowed down to a disability. We truly believe we are better people for empathizing before we sit down to hear the story. Everyone wants to be treated as an equal, but we’re quick to subtract a minus sign leaving other people negative once we assume them victims.  He probably wouldn’t trade his life for mine; he could have given an arm so someone he Loves can live; we create the worse in a situation that can be better. At that moment, I was everything I despise. I wasn’t reflecting on the person I want others to mirror. I looked him in the eyes and said, “Have a nice day,” seeing myself in his eyes and realizing I was the one that was crippled! A Story of Compassion

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