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November 17th, 2011
Getting one's soul back and Losing one's soul
I watched this kid on television his name is Bastian and he appeared on this humorists contest called Roman Coliseum. He is a disabled boy who was in for a shot.
At first and before he even started his routine, I thought that it had been a bad idea to bring someone like him to the show taking into account that he was going to have an unfair disadvantage against other contestants. Nonetheless, the very first lesson I was exposed to, which I had been trying to learn for a while though it flat-out fails to sink in, has to do with never judging a book by its cover.
Eventually, he presented his jokes and routine and I told myself words that I cannot even put down on paper even when I strive to do so. I am and was moved to tears by what he did. He is everything that is good with the world nowadays, he is the best that a country like this has got, and he is everything one could possibly want to be. He inspires. He lacks so many things, those that common people have, yet he oozes the one feature that really matters in the end and that is humanity, something lost among common citizens.
One of the reasons he inspires so deeply is because one does not feel pity for him but blatant and utter admiration on account of the fact that he is really good at what he does. He makes people laugh and he does it wonderfully, a tough challenge even for regular healthy confident people.
So on a night like this one and having in mind the fierce rat race we face daily, I must certainly thank this kind kid. He gave me back, at least for a day, something I had deemed lost, something, these days is as unlikely as contacting a dead beloved relative, to swiftly feel back, and that's my beaten, hidden, longed sensitivity.
| Disability slows some people down long enough to work on themselves, maybe. I mean, in saying that stupid blurb, that maybe if Stephen Hawking could walk/talk/dance, he would have been too busy doing everyday mundane things than to sit and think about the universe on such an in-depth level. Or maybe if the handicapped kid was not handicapped, he'd just be a bag boy or cashier at the local Krogers.... |
I don't necessarily believe in a predestined plan, of course. I think maybe we all just do what we do in spite of ourselves. The Goddess Bunny, for instance...
|| Posted on 2011-11-20 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] || i think we can't help but wonder...when we see a disabled person..."oh, what can't they do?"|
rather than imagining "what can they do?"
i am always surprised by the intense courage and will these folks have...and more often they do most things better than we do.
it is like teaching English at my community college...we have several foreign students...their handicap is not being familiar with our language...tough for them to grasp it while taking an English 101 class...but they work twice as hard, and once they learn our language...they are much more careful in how they use it, and most often speak better than most of us do.
you are so right Ethan...you can't judge a book by its cover.
|| Posted on 2011-11-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || True isn't it. When people with disabilities come up on stage we expect to find them more stunning than undisabled people for things that they do even if they are of lesser caliber than that of those who are not disabled, but they impress us by showing us that they can do things equally well, because they are after all in every other way normal people just like us.||| Posted on 2011-11-20 00:00:00 | by coloredstone | [ Reply to This ] |