A while ago I visited a friend of mine that works with the mentally handicapped. Years ago, he and I had worked together as summer students at, what was then called, a Mental Hospital. He decided to make that his career and I joined the Navy, but I often think about how fortunate I was to have been exposed to the people that society often just writes off, or makes fun of.
I have to admit, at the age of 18 I was thinking along the lines of societal ways as well, but there were things I noticed about these people when I worked up close and personal with them. When you looked into their eyes, you could see that something was in there. They couldn't function like you or I, but their essence, indeed our essence, was still there.
When I visited my friend at his group home (they're no longer institutionalized) recently, I met one of the patients that I used to work with at the Mental Hospital 36 years prior. He had aged considerably, of course, but he was still there. That smile, the way he moved his head, the essence I saw so many years earlier in his eyes.
So what do we make of this. Obviously his Soul decided to choose him to learn what it needed to learn. His Soul knew what it was doing. Imagine the emotional turmoil, frustration, and ridicule this man has faced in his life. All the while his Soul is learning and evolving. You might even say that his Soul has learned and experienced a hell of a lot more that mine has over the same time period.
And that's why we're here folks. For our Souls to experience here in the realm of the relative what it can't experience in the realm of the absolute.
All this time we thought that the mentally handicapped are disadvantaged and we pity them.
Perhaps it should be the other way around.
You've been listening to the Soul Mechanic, and it's been my absolute pleasure to serve you. Sending you Love, Happiness, and Abundance. Now, and always.
Bye for now!