Today I was at a baseball game for specially abled (mentally handicapped), and physically disabled, children. And, despite the fact that they will face many obstacles in life, including discrimination, they were such beautiful souls. They played and laughed and hit and ran, and they were no longer different, but they were a group of friends playing a game. Their souls shone threw their eyes, and the eyes of their parents getting to watch something that they might never have thought possible. As I watched these kids run around, almost chaotically as rules were usurped for the joy of the kids, I saw the people running the game. They were volunteers, brothers, sisters, moms, and dads, of kids who face challenges we can only imagine, and it renewed my faith. There are people who are undeniably good.
This good outweighed the things that made my faith waver, as to me, good is so much more strong than bad.

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