They're not handicaps. They're handicapped people. (1012 hits)
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Submitted by I typed this with my penis (View user info) at 2004-08-20 19:18:48 EDT
This is a story about something I went through nearly ten years ago. Method's post and various other messages made me think of it. I never thought I'd ever tell it to anybody, but I've decided to spill it anyways.
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I was in second grade. Life was normal, to say the least. I was a shy young man, but I had plenty of friends of various colors and sizes. We were good kids in general, and we treated every body with equal respect.
Except for the handicaps. That's what we called them.
The handicaps were the children born with unfortunate diseases, which prevented them from being normal kids. Some limped and staggered like zombies, others wheeled themselves along while shouting incoherent phrases. Some of you might also call them retarded, or as the dumbasses would say, "retarted."
Everyone I knew, friend or foe, dissmissed the handicaps in one way or another. Some kids pointed and stared, some giggled and whispered to their friends.
Not me. I was scared of them.
I remember once I was going to get a drink at the fountain, when an entire legion of them walked/rolled by. They began to scream and say things to me. I didn't even know what the hell they were saying. I just ran past them.
There was another time when I was dressed as a crayon for a play. I walked by a couple of handicaps and they screamed: "Ohhh!! Let's color with him!"
Again I ran.
My feelings toward the handicaps remained unchanged for a very long time. Until one day in the summer. It was a few other kids and I playing together during recess (I can't recall any of their names). I'm not sure what exactly we were playing, but it involved one of those big rubber balls, the ones you play kickball with.
At some point, one of my friends kicked the ball really hard, over all of our heads. We all watched it as it sailed through the air, a good thirty yards from where he had kicked it. As I began to chase after it, I noticed it was heading straight for a pack or handicaps.
"Look out!!!" I screamed in my non-pubescent voice.
The ball hit one of the handicaps square in the fucking kisser. I heard the loud *SMACK* as it bounced off his face. Any normal kid would have dropped to the ground and started to cry. But this was no normal kid. This was a handicap.
He didn't even fucking flinch. Didn't even blink. It was as if it never happened. The ball bounced back in my direction. I picked it up and got the hell out of there. When I got back to my friends they all flocked around me and asked what had happened. I began to tell them, when one of them yelled "LOOK!"
I turned around and saw that three or four handicaps had followed me back to my friends. What the hell did they want?
We didn't wait to find out. We ran away, screaming at the top of our lungs like little pussies. We ran all the way across the schoolyard, and didn't see the handicaps anywhere. We all looked at each other and began to laugh. It was like something out of a horror movie a few seconds ago, but here we were laughing, just because we left a few handicaps in our dust. The bell rang, and we made our way inside.
When we got back to class I decided to tell the story to some girl named Tabitha. I thought she'd get a real kick out of it. I walked up to her, still giggling about what happened and said "Hey Tabitha we were playing with a kickball and we kicked it and it hit one of the handicaps in the face and then the handicaps--"
That very split second, she opened her mouth wide, wider than I had ever seen, and hollered:
"THEY AREN'T HANDICAPS. THEY'RE HANDICAPPED PEOPLE!"
She walked away and left me standing there with my itty-bitty dick in my hand.
From that day on, I tired my best to treat the handicapped people like I would treat any other human being. And I certainly never ran from them again.
Behold the wisdom of a seven-year-old girl.
~Kitchens
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Submitted by gibberish (user info) at 2004-08-24 23:28:32 EDT (#)
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No, they're just handicaps. Sub-humans. Freaks. Unimportant wastes of air.
Now piss off, I want some waffles.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish_ (user info) at 2004-08-24 23:19:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by notwelcomehurr (user info) at 2004-08-22 03:50:47 EDT (#)
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no comment
Submitted by Pooz (user info) at 2004-08-22 03:22:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kitchens_closed (user info) at 2004-08-22 00:04:44 (#)
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Feed shit and die.
Submitted by gassygirl73 (user info) at 2004-08-21 14:41:50 EDT (#)
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We had a 30 something year old "handicapped" man at my high school. Very creepy.
Good story.
Submitted by Quasiplasmohedron (user info) at 2004-08-21 04:06:46 EDT (#)
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Submitted by kitchens_closed (user info) at 2004-08-21 03:56:24 EDT (#)
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"They're not handicaps. They're proof that God does mushrooms, too."
Hehe. That's a way to look at it.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2004-08-21 03:12:55 EDT (#)
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They're not handicaps. They're proof that God does mushrooms, too.
Submitted by RateBot (user info) at 2004-08-21 01:21:42 EDT (#)
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There was one in my school that i used to call "the boss".
Submitted by kitchens_closed (user info) at 2004-08-20 23:45:29 EDT (#)
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Thanks vajokki, you just convinced me not to do community service for my senior project : )
Submitted by vajokki (user info) at 2004-08-20 23:35:02 EDT (#)
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I've worked at a "developmental center" (a place where mentally handicapped people live in a community) for community service. Ive done it twice and still cant get over it. I helped move people to and from a church service, and I would sit in the pews with my friend, while the handicapped people would scream, yell, stare at you, drool, and fart. It wasnt too relaxing. One woman in a wheelchair grabbed my friend's arm and wouldnt let go. She had a bruise, and the woman had fangs.
Oh yeah and it's a good post.
Submitted by DonkeyOnTheEdge (user info) at 2004-08-20 23:33:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Wish_I_Were (user info) at 2004-08-20 23:06:20 EDT (#)
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I'm still scared of them. Last year, I was walking down the hallway (in all my impressive seniordom), and this one huge tard that had a habit of meandering into random classrooms grabbed my arm and started stroking it. Then, a large woman just wrenched him back into the room he was standing outside of. You can't tell me that's not fucking scary.
Submitted by I_Have_a_Kristen_Fetish (user info) at 2004-08-20 20:04:43 EDT (#)
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Sounds too much like an ABC afterschool special..
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-08-20 19:31:37 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I didn't even read except " I typed this with my penis " hahahahha