Compassion for The Mentally Challenged

Imagine a place where ever.....In my eyes, I wouldn’t make fun of a man who can.....

Imagine a place where everyone is treated the same way, and there is no lack of tolerance for anyone; no matter what they are in loss of or in greater need of. It is impossible, right? Actually, your wrong. I grew up in a place where you were treated as just a human being; a place where your flaws didn’t matter. I am talking, of course, about my grandmother’s house, also known as the McCarthy’s Boarding Home.  

My grandmother taught me-not from telling me, but showing me-that treating someone at a lower IQ as a human being is the right thing to do.  Since I can remember, my grandmother has never let down a single one of her patients, and to her they aren’t considered patients, they are considered a part of the family.  In the eyes of other people, she cooks, cleans, and entertains the mentally challenged for a living, but in my eyes she gives hope to these people, that they can be accepted into this world, even with their condition.

As I got older, I learned more and more about the world that my grandmother was teaching me.  I learned that some one with the less advantage of learning shouldn’t have the less advantages of the world around them; that we should accept them into this world.  By accepting them into this world and helping them as we would each other, we grow a compassion inside ourselves that many people didn’t know existed, let alone could exist in themselves.

It shows a lot about your character when you help someone in the world that is at loss of something. Although, sometimes we forget that the blind and the deaf aren’t the only ones at great loss here, there is the mentally challenged at loss of knowledge. In my eyes, I wouldn’t make fun of a man who can not see, or a man who can not hear, so why would I want to make fun of someone who can not learn.

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