We were getting breakfast at McDonalds, the line up for the drive through windows was tightly packed and long. In the restaurant, it was equally busy, but it became evident that we'd walked in on a real community of people. It seemed that everyone knew everyone and that everyone was glad to see everyone there. Four men with intellectual disabilities were part of the mix. Two sat together, two others were in line up. All we simply another part of the group being treated with the same kind of laughing, joshing, camaraderie that filled the place. My appearance didn't cause even a ripple in the social waters of the place. I'm guessing that once the first stone of difference had been tossed in, all others lost their ability to cause waves.
One of the men had a very loud voice when he ordered his breakfast. He loudly ordered, "Pie and fries." He was asked what kind of pie, and he said, "I don't care, just give me the bigger one!" People laughed, he got served, the line moved on.
Pie and fries.
Freedom is felt in so many ways.
I'll bet that for most of his life he would have had people paid a lot of money to sift through his decisions, people who would have weighed out every choice, people who would have given the final word on if his decision was valid, if his choice appropriate.
People that, right now ... at the echo of 'pies and fries' are slumped over their desks crying.
Pies and fries.
We wanted people with disabilities to live in and be part of the community ... CHECK!!
We wanted people with disabilities to live independently feeling confident in their own skin ... CHECK!!
We fought for people with disabilities to have the right to make choices ... CHECK!!
I know that there will be those who will now Google the nutritional analysis of 'pies and fries' in order to be able to count calories ...
Could you maybe wait for a minute for him to count his blessings.
Freedom Fries ... Freedom pies!