On most days, I go for an early morning run. I hate running, but it is good for me both physically and emotionally.
When I run, I always pass by the same homes. Most people are heading out to work, at the early hour. However, there is one home I pass that has a boy who heads off to school. What makes this boy unique is he is severely disabled. He sits in a wheelchair and the bus that picks him up is designed to aid wheel-chair passengers.
I do not see him every morning, but I did today. As I ran closer to his house, I could see two older people standing by to watch the boy board the bus. The older people seem to be to be his grandparents. Often when I see the bus and the boy I start to stare. I try not to, but the scene makes me feel a bit sad. I think of how difficult life must be to care for such a severely disabled child.
The closer I get to the house, the better view I have of the older folks. As I get close enough to see the face of the boy, the grandmother gives me a big smile and waves. She does this every time I run by. Her simple gesture distracts me from staring. I always smile big and wave back.
As I continue to run past her home, I continue to smile. I believe the woman does the gesture on purpose, out of love for her grandson. Her smile and wave helps people to focus, on something other than staring.
The final few moments of my run I think of the boy and his grandmother. I say a silent prayer for both and express gratitude for my ability to run.
Sometimes love can be expressed in a simple gesture. I pray I will always be aware enough to notice.