The Things We Take For Granted.

Dad and I went to the home for the disabled last week. We brought along with us bags of sweet desserts and other donations. Everyone crowded around with a happy face and they were all so delighted to see visitors. They shook our hands with so much enthusiasm, talking and shouting and clapping their hands. Dad left me for a while to talk to the home owner, and I stood there looking around, looking at all the different faces in the house.

I brought the leftover bags along with another helper into the home, and I saw a few of the children lying on the floor struggling to move around. What took me probably a few easy steps took them so much effort just to move an inch. It was heart wrenching just to stand and watch, yet I could only smile and wave to them. They would always be lying there for as long as they lived. Some of them were still so little, how could their parents just ditch them and not visit anymore? Where did they find the heart to be so cruel?

I felt a surge of guilty emotions rushing into me as I walked out of the home to my dad's call. We are blessed, yet we are never satisfied with our lives. These children here are underprivileged, yet they are so happy with all the little things in life... i found it very hard to sleep that night.