When I saw her, my heart skipped a few beats. Her mom held her hand as she hopped (and somewhat wobbled) up the stairs. She hid in the corner, an attempt to avoid everyone's penetrating gazes and ostracize from the people (also, she was diffident and timid). Meticulously opening her red bag, she first took out a box of crayons, and then, one by one, she grabbed a sheet of paper until she counted to a perfect 100. She began to color. Her movements were belligerent and fast. Although she had a little facial hair it dared not malign her perfect, angel like face. Her eyes were so beautiful. Her entrance was ephemeral yet her presence was ubiquitous...and stinging. The others tried to digress from her as they talked about the weather. "Oh it's nice outside, right?" Well, hell no it wasn't nice outside. It was burning hot. And it wasn't fair.
Down's syndrome: 1 out of every 800 babies get it. And 88% of the time it's the mother's fault. But why? Why does God have to do this? If God's so great, then why are there so many people in the world who are deprived of everything because of the presence of a stupid, extra chromosome? If God doe's all good, then why does He put so much pressure on the parents, especially the moms, who have to live with this forever? Why the hell is there bad in the world?
Why? The answer's simple. God does everything for a reason. And when we see these kids with a smaller face...when we see kids without arms or legs...when we see people struggling, it opens our eyes and helps us realize how grateful and lucky we are. Don't complain in life because there's always someone who has it worse.