I work at a restaurant waiting tables by day, and fighting crime at night.
Well, the first part is true anyway.
Back on subject - I showed up for work at 11 this morning, and saw a 'short bus' letting kids out to come in and eat first thing in the morning. That's fucking great, I thought, since I hate kids, and mentally handicapped kids would probably be throwing food and having tantrums and whatnot. My day was starting off badly.
Well, I ended up waiting on seven special needs kids, and within an hour I was ready to adopt the whole lot of them. All of the children there were very polite and well mannered; better in fact than 95% of the 'normal' people I serve on a daily basis.
The thing that got me was that the youngest, who was also the most severely handicapped, needed another Coke, and when I brought it to him he signed 'Thank You' to me, which pretty much slew me on the spot.
I won't ever think negatively of handicapped children again, and am pretty ashamed of the way I felt when I saw thier bus pull up this morning. Don't know if that means anything, I guess it just goes to show you should never judge a book by its cover.