When I was just a teen, I lived down the street from a retarded boy named Roy. I was friends of the family so it is not surprising that I saw him often at home and outside at play. Back then, he was just another one of the kids in the neighborhood to me, certainly nothing special.

Years later, I remembered that retarded boy. But what I remember was how he was happy all the time. People mocked him and his family, but the harassment rolled off him like water on a duck’s back. If he did get frustrated or bothered, a few minutes later, it was all over and he was back to his happy self again.
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