“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.”
Charles stood wide-eyed in the High School bathroom, watching as Don crunched knuckles against the jaw-bone of a thug. Charles wore his blue ribbon from the Special Olympics, understood little of the thug’s mockery. Don understood, though. We were all just kids and Don was reactionary—a visionary, really.
*Continue reading over at the The Atypical Life. Then, jump over to Deeper Story, where Amber’s writing her own “Blemish is Beauty.”
Seth Haines 