As we meandered through the hallways, single file, I anticipated that speeches and formal handshakes would mark the conclusion of our visit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Before departing, our delegation entered a busy hall where 20 people were confined to their wheelchairs, many immobilised since birth. An unfortunate or distressing sight for some, it was clear the sisters who lived and worked here considered it a privilege to work with these persons in need. For a brief second, it seemed their introduction of the residents was over-the-top \u2014 more like an introduction of a renowned pop star than any ordinary person.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stayed at the doorstep, looking into the room, with no intention of entering (I have a son who was born intellectually challenged and he gets very excited when too many people show up at the same time). So I felt it was better keeping the number of people down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I made my way to the exit, I saw one of the youngest persons looking at me. She was completely alone, seemingly immobile in her wheelchair. I could have easily missed her. But she hadn\u2019t missed me.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n I approached cautiously and looked at her. She couldn\u2019t move her head, arms or legs, but her eyes followed me. To the left. To the right. We connected and I smiled but got no response. I then approached her, putting my fingers in the palm of her hand delicately so as to not shock her and, as I did, she gently closed her hand around my fingers. Then she gave me an unexpected smile. I smiled back. It didn\u2019t last long but I felt she was telling me, \u201cNice to meet you. Thank you for stopping by. I really appreciated it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Then it was time to go. I didn\u2019t even get her name. It didn\u2019t matter. The feeling in my heart was more important to me than any name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Despite her condition, she was able to truly touch me \u2014 on par with life\u2019s finer moments. There was no need for frivolous speeches, no political wrangling or ideological debates on Gaza or other issues. She couldn\u2019t care less about my status, title, or way of dressing. The only thing she cared about was connecting, heart to heart. Nothing else was needed. I suspect she is like this with anyone who crosses her path. Silent, reserved and yet fully expressive when given the chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n According to some, this Gazan girl, or anyone like her in the world, might have little to contribute to our society. But give her a moment and she just might pass along one of life\u2019s greatest lessons. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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