So, we took an impromptu vacation.

I had had it with life. I was sick of appointments and phone calls and the whole mess. I had a break in teaching for a week between terms and decided to book us a quickie Disney trip.

Ya know..Disney is tough with a typical child. There is SO much to see—and hear—and do—and touch! Throw in a kid with some issues, and it’s a recipe for disaster.

But, navigating the world of Jack wasn’t terrible. It was basically just what happens every day only in a strange place. So, you make some adjustments.

Unfortunately, I was unable to adjust one thing: the fakers.

Truly, I was beyond annoyed.

Let me set the stage for you. Picture us: Dad (polo shirt, shorts, sneakers), Daughter (Kermit the Frog tshirt, jean shorts, sneakers), Mom (mom wear of the day), and Jack (onesie–oh, and cruising in a wheelchair).

Up rolls a guy on one of those motorized scooters. He has a couple teenagers with him.

We are waiting on a ride. Thankfully, at Disney, they allow disabled families to usually enter a separate way and ride fairly easily with as little wait time as possible. This is an awesome thing for us—waiting usually means, d-i-s-a-s-t-e-r in our world!

I stood and listened to this group behind us. They thought it was absolutely hysterical that they rented a scooter to get to the front of lines quicker.

They wanted to fake being disabled.

You know, because it’s so fun, right?

What is wrong with people? And how do we elicit change?

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