I was in a men’s meeting and a young man with Down’s Syndrome stood up and talked about something completely off topic.
We later broke into small discussion groups. Every man in my group identified some trait this young man has that they wished they had. It was a spontaneous discussion, but they were all sincere.
When I was in college I volunteered to live on what was called the “handicapped” floor of my dormitory. They paired up normal kids with kids who had various types of challenges. We lived with our roommates but also helped other kids on the floor get to their classes and assist them in class.
Scott was a star athlete in high school who got drunk and smashed into a tree and almost killing himself. He couldn't use half of his body and had a hard time talking. I had a psychology class with him. He was always raising his hand and asking the professor completely inappropriate questions. The professor could never understand what Scott had asked so he would ask me to repeat the question for the class.
“Scott would like to know which brand of dog food Pavlov used to train his dogs.” Even nearly 50 years ago college professors would still pander to the disabled, so the professor would go into a long explanation about why it didn't matter. The rest of the students in the class blamed me for the stupid questions and gave me a bad time constantly.
I don't remember any spontaneous and sincere discussions about Scott, but the local paper wrote a long mostly fictional article about how great the former football star was doing in college.
I was in a men's meeting and a young man with Down's Syndrome stood up and talked about something completely off topic.