After I retired from being a children's librarian, I stopped by the library where I had worked to pick up a book and ran into a boy who is intellectually disabled who used to come into the library a lot when I worked there. He was so happy to see me He had thought I was dead, because I hadn't been there to help him find the books he liked. But the part that melted my heart was when he said that I was the only one there who treated him like a Real Person.
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