The next day, before Katie's appointment, she and Simon decided to take a walk in the park. It seemed like a strange thing to do, to walk in the park just then. Nevertheless, something seemed to prompt them to do just that... go for a walk in the park. That walk was to make all the difference.


As Simon and Katie headed towards the pond, they passed a man and his wife sitting on a bench. In front of them was a child in a wheelchair. The little girl's body was twisted, and her face was deformed. The mother spoke, but the little girl did not respond.

An overdressed, over-perfumed woman approached. She looked at the little girl, and then at the parents.

"I suppose," she said, "you didn't know that kid was going to be like that."

"Yes," said the mother, "we knew."

Simon and Katie stood still.

"Then why didn't you just get rid of it?"

"I'm going to tell you what we told our friends and relatives who suggested that we do just that," the mother answered.
No matter what problems, what special needs she may have, this is still a child."

"And we would never THINK of getting rid of her," the child's father added. "God has given us an enormous compliment."

"A compliment?" the woman repeated incredulously.

"Yes. He has entrusted us... US... with a child who has special needs," said the little girl's mother.
"But What USE will she ever be?" challenged the woman.

"What use? Let me tell you what use she has been in our family," answered the father. "Our older children were a bit on the selfish side,
but now, through helping to care for Dorothea, they have become much more compassionate, much more giving."

Simon and Katie looked at each other. Katie touched Simon's arm.

"Let's go home."