It’s been a busy few weeks but about a week and a half ago I
took the bus home from the airport. It conveniently drops me in front of my
door which is awesome!! We get on the train and there is a man with a prosthetic
leg. A little kid sits across from him and is staring at it. The man whips his
leg off and starts waving it around. “Haven’t you ever seen one before?” he
yells to the three year old.
Stunned, the three year old shakes his head no.
The man’s face turns blank while he's flailing his leg about as he is realizing what he has
done. He puts his leg back on and lowers his tone. “You see, I went to war 30
years ago. I was shot in the leg and got gang green and now, I have this to
help me get around.”
The kid nods and is intrigued. He starts telling his battle
stories to him and now they were buddies.
At first I wasn’t sure what to think. I didn’t know if this
guy was going to lose it or not but in the end it did melt my heart a little to
see him explain to the child what happened instead of being angry. I’m sure the
child hadn’t seen that before and I feel by explaining he better understands so
that in the future he doesn’t have to stare and wonder, he can look and be
compassionate.
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