smiles

My Mamma is an ocupational theropist, she works with kids that have disabilities. I've always wondered how she does it, because it seemed so difficult to work and work with someone who shows such tiny improvement. My goal on this mission trip was to one, make friends, and two, borrow my mother's strength to work and interact with the clients at Mosaic. In which both were acpomplished thanks to one thing. Smiles. While painting a busy doorway at Mosaic, a man in a wheelchair was behind me and i didn't notice. Feeling terribly embarassed when finally noticing he had been waiting behind me for quite a bit, i gave him a huge smile and waved the paintbrush as a hello and an apology. The man smiled. Not a normal smile, but a smile showing complete happiness. At that moment, i felt as if i were the grinch, and my heart grew four times the size of its original. I now know how my Mama does it. Her patients simply smile, and all her valliant efforts are more than worth it.
-Ann Hall