Sunday, September 21, 2008
A Memory from the Past
When I was a child, I saw a young girl in a wheelchair being pushed by a woman I assumed to be her mother. We shared a smile as we passed. I was just a little girl myself, and I related to the girl in the chair because we were about the same age.
An adult nearby -- not someone I knew -- said: "Isn't that a shame? She is so pretty."