Since these things have happened I have gained a better sense of who I am and who other people are. Some people care about others, like those I met while helping at summer school for the special needs children. Yet some would rather not know, keep themselves and their little bubble of existence happy, and without difference. Everyone is the same. We all think alike.
Nothing is different.
High school kids are especially guilty of this. In accepting everyone, one must accept these people as well, because they are someone. I love them including their narrow-mindedness. It isn't their own fault entirely, because without Jake I might be one of them, not looking down to smile at the person in the wheelchair, not he1ping the person 1acking fine motor skills pick up their spilt pieces. To overcome such ignorance, a person needs to have a situation in which they can relate to.