Wherever I go, I wear a shirt that says, “Just Ask.” Even though I am wearing the shirt, people still hesitate to talk to me—they do not want to be insensitive.
From the time we are kids, we are told not to ask questions. Children stare at me and say “What happened?” and their mothers hush them. They will grow into adults like many I know who are afraid to talk about my condition—afraid they might hurt my feelings. I don’t mind questions. I am an outgoing guy and I really want you to know about me.
Do you want me to know about you? Write to me. I’d love to hear from you.
Yesterday, I took my nephew to the bus stop. We stopped at a traffic light. You know that feeling you get when someone is looking at you? I felt that. When I look to my left, I saw a car with four people looking at me laughing.
I was bewildered. Why is someone’s outward appearance funny? I can understand a person being afraid to look at me, but to think I am funny? I do not understand.
Has this ever happened to you? If it has, I am really sorry. Please write and tell me about it. Believe me; I will sympathize with how you feel.
This Web site will be good because we can encourage people not to look at our outward appearances, but at our hearts.