Retarded children

No, this post is actually not about the kids who live on my street.

I went bowling Wednesday night with Mike, Ryan, Lynn, and Doug. After a little while, Ryan pointed out this girl sitting with an older lady about halfway down the lanes. The little girl was eating something and just sitting there. Ryan informed me that the little girl used to have some crutches and a back brace or something like that. She wasn't wearing them anymore so he thought maybe she had been cured.

A little bit later, we saw the little girl coming our way. Crawling. She went over to the claw arcade machine and was pushing a button but she hadn't put any money in so obviously nothing was coming out. Even if she had put money in, I'm sure she couldn't win a prize anyway. So she was getting upset that there was no prize coming out and she began to ram her head into the machine. She did that 3 or 4 times. Ryan astutely commented that she was not cured. Later we saw her walking a little and she definitely leaned to the side. I know scoliosis doesn't make you mentally retarded, so I think she had a little something extra on top of a crooked spine. God works in mysterious ways, doesn't he?

I don't know why, but retarded kids really make me laugh. Then later I think how much it would suck to have a retarded kid. Even a non-retarded kid is a huge burden that might not be worth it. In some ways, maybe retarded kids are better, cause you don't get your hopes up that they're going to be president or secure your comfortable retirement.

I used to work with a guy named Luke, who once told me that he had always wanted to work with retarded people. He only wanted to work with them so that when he came home at night he could tell whoever he lived with, "Oh my God, they did this today."

My bowling name was Blair Waldorf, Ryan was lonely boy, and Mike was Edward Cullen. Doug did not know who any of those people were.