How tolerant.
My son went to an elementary school that was a flagship for mainstreaming handicapped children into public schools. Sounds perfect. Then I had lunch with my son and realized why he couldn’t eat cafeteria food. The handicapped child that was seated directly across from him was strapped into a wheelchair and had to be spoonfed by his special needs assistant. Mashed potatoes and mashed peas drooling down his face and gutteral screams while pulling at his strapped down helmet was my son’s cafeteria experience every day.
That child had absolutely NO idea where he was and it was clear that he never would.
Tolerant?
Apples and oranges. Eating with his feet vs. being restrained and force-fed. Trying his best to do for himself vs. having “NO idea where he was”.