Kids who are mentally challenged still ride the short bus to school. I mean, I’d figured that after all the jokes and stuff, they would have stopped doing that. Then after dropping Cassidy off this morning I realized that they still do, in fact, ride the short bus.
And I was reminded of all the times that I laughed at other people who were the butt of ‘short bus’ jokes when one of the kids that Cassidy LOVES gets off the short bus and I feel like I’ve shrunk to the size of a grain of sand. A grain of sand that somebody should have kicked hard into the nearest puddle of mud and left me there to drown in murky hell.
I am very sensative to people calling other’s ‘retarted’ or making fun of people who are mentally or physically handicapped. Especially because of my awsome nephew Ethan who, despite having a slight case of CP, is one of the funniest, upbeat and smartest little dude’s I know. Why I assumed that these kids didn’t actually ride the short bus anymore is beyond me. I guess I just figured that it would be cruel to add more ammo to throw at a group of kids who already have a lot stacked up against them.
Ben assured me that God would forgive me. But if you include the second piece of chocolate cake I ate last night ON TOP of all this… I’m not so sure.