My mom runs a therapeutic horseback riding program for people with developmental disabilities. Growing up around people with many people with disabilities was really good for me. It taught me to accept people for who they are, no matter their ability level.
My mom befriended Harry, a physically and mentally challenged man who pretty much became part of our family when she first started working for the agency that took care of him. He was about the age to be a grandparent to me, but saw my mom as his mom too. Harry came to all of our family events, every birthday parties my brother and I had, and sometimes even to sports games. He was just like a part of our family. His abilities inspired all of us and made us want to try harder at everything we did.
