Be The Love
As I was rolling into power soccer practice the other night, a young boy on a basketball team, probably middle school age, locked his eyes on me right when the sliding doors opened. I tried to mind my own business and kept looking straight ahead, thinking he'd stop. I grew irritated and annoyed as I knew he was still staring at me, I saw him out of the corner of my eye. I thought to myself, "who raised you? Don't you know it's not polite to stare? Stop it." I know everyone is curious as to how I drive my power wheelchair since I can't use my hands. I also thought, "you're at a place for disabled children and adults, what do you except?" I started to take the easy way out and convinced myself that, "he's just a kid and doesn't know. " As I passed him, I gave him a fake smile, as if I wasn’t irritated at all. He kept staring then hurried off. I couldn't believe I did that. No one saw it but God and I felt H