Diversity

I was born like this, yes I've always been different.  That still doesn't make it right for kids to pick on me.  Sure, you think you have a hard trying to get by in school without  getting a really really bad grade, but put yourself in my shoes. My mother try so hard for us to make it on her paycheck.  I can't speak to anyone because everytime I try no one understands what I say. So I got put in a bunch of helping classes and I felt alone. How do you think this makes me feel? School goes by normally every day, but the teachers don't understand me.  I know but they are kind and patient with me, but they don't know why I do the things I do.  My father, well let's just say he tries to help but it's hard for him to be around his son who is not normal. So, even though he is away from me and my mom, I can still feel him home with me.That  is one of the reasons why sometimes when I'm feeling particularly away from the world, I do the one thing I remember my dad teaching me before he left. I pray, I pray for the people with the sad faces in the hallways, I pray for the people who give me weird looks because they feel like they don’t fit in like me. People would benefit from seeing things from a different perspective. Like the girl sulking in the hallway, maybe she is going through something at home. Maybe she doesn’t go home for fear of what would happen. Through my eyes I see things that other people don’t. Through my eyes we are all the same, no matter what we are going through, whether we have a smile on our face or a frown. And when I look up and see my father in heaven, I smile. Knowing that God made me different, so that I can be an example of unconditional love no matter the circumstances.