Tonight I saw a young girl, she was probably 9 or 10 years old, walk across a sidewalk on crutches to drop a dollar bill into a street musician's jar.
Who can say she's crippled or defective? Who can look at her and say she's not "measuring up," that she's somehow "less", or that she needs to be labeled for the rest of her life?
Who can see inside her heart ... and look past their own?