I have to have compassion for the fact that people don’t know what it’s like to be me – that’s what I keep realizing.

It’s 12  : 54 PM on day 1314 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to pray,   brush my teeth, read Psalm 5, feed myself All Bran Flakes for breakfast,   publish my Disability of the Day feature,  promote my Eradicate AIDS campaign – still on 58%

This morning something happened that made me realize I have to have compassion for the fact that people don’t know what it’s like to be me people sometimes snap at me only because they’ve never (since infancy)  been in a position where they needed help to do the most basic of things. Do you have compassion for the fact that people don’t know what it’s like to be you?