I was lining up for the Tuesday special at Taco Bell, and overheard the lady next to me making her order with what seemed like forced extra-polite English. I looked over and noticed she was an older Asian lady, and figured she must have immigrated here not too long ago, and imagined what a difficult life it must have been integrating into a new country.
Then I realized she was with her daughter who was probably in her late twenties… with very obvious Down syndrome. It hit me that I had no idea just how hard her life has been and the disappointing realities she must have struggled with.
The lady was gently guiding her daughter though the ordering and payment process at the Taco Bell.
My heart just broke for them.
Not because of the situation they were in, but because I could see the decades of care and concern her mother had for her.
The daughter’s core identity was not that of a Down syndrome sufferer, but a child deeply loved and adored.
Ain’t that the truth about God and all His children?