Helping Others

“The lady just has hurts, that’s why we open the door for her,” a young boy explained this to his brother today when I got off the elevator. The reactions of strangers young and old are usually what brings up my self-conscious thoughts on a daily basis, but today, this little fellow’s comments had the opposite effect on me. There is this amazing wisdom to a child’s innocence. Rather than see my disability as a negative, he was teaching his younger brother that we need to help those who need it, no matter what kind of help it is that they might need. Sometimes my small struggles make me feel slightly embarrassed, but today I was reminded that no matter who we are or what we’ve had to survive, we all have reached out to someone at one time or another, and that this doesn’t always come strictly from a sense of duty. Helping others comes from a desire in our hearts to do so, giving to someone else simply feels good, and sometimes even wonderful. Children see the truth so clearly—they don’t judge because they know that we are all the same, we just need that hand to reach out to us in different times and places.