So I just saw this guy walking with his messed up kid.
Some kind of mental 'condition'. The kid walked funny. Every so often he would just scream out something. Random clapping.
And I felt bad. But not for the kid.
I felt bad for the Dad.
For the rest of his life this Dad has to take care of this clappin', screamin', mental conditioned kid.
And then it hit me!
This Dad is a better person than I could ever be!
I couldn't do what he does. The love. The caring. The hand holding.
But then about two minutes later I thought about it some more.
I realized I'm probably a better person than Tardo's Dad.
I just don't have kids that walk funny. And scream and stuff.