I've become aware that people with disabilities are my good friends who, when everyone else leaves me, remain there by my side. I would guess this is because they, like us, are "different", so we share a closer bond than most people do. Has anyone noticed this in their lives? Even now, my roommate's brother Ricky is mentally a teenage boy, even though physically he is a 32 year old FURRY man. But when I was new to the household and felt out of place and shy, he was the only one I spoke to regularly and now we are good friends. He came to my room last night and said it's been nice knowing me and that he only says that to people he likes.
I have many memories befriending people with disabilities. Even as early as 2000 when I had my hip surgery, I befriended a boy named Jonathan in rehab, we had the same name, who wasn't able to speak, but when he found out I was being discharged, he was very sad and started crying. I gave him my number and he would call me and just hear me speak. That was a moment in my life that was very special to me because it was one of the first instances I made an impact on someone's life. I wonder what he's doing today and if he's all healed from his surgery.
updated by @the-importance-of-being-jonny: 05/14/17 08:59:45AM