Steps of a Dancewriter - Angels Amongst Us

Last night, my daughter and I were shopping in a clothing store. At the checkout was a woman. Behind her sat a young man in a wheelchair, wheeling back and forth. I was talking to my daughter when I felt a hand grab mine. I turned and this young man ( in his late 20's ) was looking earnestly into my face. He struggled for words. My heart went out to him. Having a handicapped daughter, I wasn't afraid, nor did I feel uncomfortable with him reaching out to me. We had a static conversation because his words came out that way. We introduced ourselves. I told him I wrote books and we talked about that and the books he liked, as well as what my daughter was up to. All the while, I was absolutely taken by the light coming from him. His pure spirit  radiated. My heart both sung and tore for him. Having a child with a handicap has taught me so many things of which I'm grateful for: lack of fear being around other handicapped people being one of the greatest lessons learned. As I've dealt with my own tumultous feelings for the condition of the handicapped, I have been forced into deep thought, pondering WHY? This is the gospel according to Katherine of course, but I believe some of God's choicest spirits come to earth with the blessing of a handicap for protection. Some of Life's greatest snares have no hold on these individuals and how lucky for them! Sure, you could argue that they don't get to experience some of Life's greatest joys as well but that is short-sighted. I believe in an eternal life, Earth life being just a small part of the whole. So I don't shed any more tears over my handicapped daughter's earthly condition. Other opportunities will be hers eventually because God is fair and loves each one of us equally. 

The mother of this young man quickly whisked him away and my daughter and I left feeling sober. We talked about the chance meeting and why it had taken place. My current WIP has a guardian angel in the story, and I found my image of my main character meshing with the light in this young man's face. I couldn't stop thinking about him or our meeting.

Nothing in this life is wasted or accidental. I'm not sure why this young man was shopping at this store at the same time we were, but I am so thankful he reached out to us! I am left counting my blessings that my daughter's condition has enabled me to see, first hand, the sweet spirits residing in these disabled bodies. 

Please reach out to the handicapped! They have so much to offer.