Familial ties:

I ran across an interesting story this evening, and I've included a
link to the article just in case some of you have the time.

I was looking for
a suitable image to borrow to convey the image in my mind of the family
that stayed at the hotel last week, the image I was looking for is not there, so I can only try to convey it
with words. I've debated with
myself whether or not to write such a post as this one, but I can't
seem to let it go. This is the second time I've decided to write this article.
...A father and his son, a little guy of about 10 were
walking ahead of mom and daughter and were easily out distancing them,
they were already ahead on the sidewalk by probably 20 paces or so,
their laughter and chatter was pleasant, and as they approached the
entrance, the father paused to look back and seemingly satisfied, they
went on their way. Behind them was a daughter, who looked to be about
17, and pretty, but modestly so. She looked just like any other teenager
that you might see in the mall, with long blond hair and jeans, and
blossoming into early womanhood, except that on her arm was her
mother, who was
slowing her down, as she was bent nearly 90 degrees forward at the waist, and leaning heavily on this
young girl's arm. She was thin and frail, her skin stretched tightly
over her very visible bones, yet she was easy to look at, and I didn't
feel as though I was staring impolitely. I  sensed a pride to this
woman, even in her obviously handicapped body, and there was something
about this whole family that showed character and strength. I knew
instantly what I was looking at, it was love, and there was no shame.


"The story of severely disabled people is as
much about love and understanding as it is about sickness or sorrow." angelashouse