howie’s halfpipe

I was thinking after a conversation that was had at lunchtime today.

I really enjoy seeing people with disabilities out and about. Like when i walk past the boys with down syndrome at the bus stop and they are laughing and telling each other poo jokes. I really love it. I think a part of it is that i want want they have, i dont mean a disability but more so the abundant ‘ability’ they have to just be themselves and to relax, to be silly to hold no grudges to just laugh and enjoy each others company no matter what the surroundings are. And i love seeing the kids from clarke road special school walking through hornsby, all walking in disorganised lines with some kids straggling behind and others running ahead or kids in wheelchairs beside kids with mental disabilities. It reminded me of a story from Korce Albania during one of our festivals. There was a statement that one of the local guys from the youth group said or maybe it was someone from our team i cant remember. Anyway it was that on the jumping castle there was a girl and she was the mayor of Korce’s daughter, but also on the jumping caslte was a gypsy girl who during the day was seen on the side of the road begging for money. But in the jumping castle they where all just jumping together happily.
Why is it that kids and people with down syndrome and other ‘dissabilities’ get it so right but we get it so wrong.
Kids dont care about skin colour or economic status they just play and jump together.