Then a miracle happened. She was about a year old and I held my fingers out to her. Her tiny hands grasped my fingers and she pulled herself upright a...d took her first step toward her Papa.It was amazing. It took months of physical therapy, but now she walks and runs just like a normal kid.I found out it was hereditary. All my kids were born that way. It made me so much more aware of people with disabilities. I keep hoping for a miracle to happen in their lives. Whenever I see a person in a. "No, I'm his daughter, Lara," she said, unimpressed with his attempt at humor. "I'll sign for it." Are you eighteen or older, young lady," the now annoying, middle aged man asked, sticking to his company's rules to the letter."Yes I am, do you need to see my driver's license?" Lara said, thinking it was too hot a day to put up with a jerk that thought for some reason that he should be on the next Comic Relief. "Cause if you do, then you are going to have to come back later. As you can obviously. I kiss your hand and caress your fingers and massage your arms. I throw the shirt on the floor and put my hand flat on your chest. I enjoy the warmth of your skin, and I feel how your chest moves up and forward as you breathe in and out. The beating of your heart that I feel through my hand soothes me and as I look into your eyes I'll tell you how much I love you.I stare at your cleavage thanks to the pushup bra you are wearing, undo the bra and throw it on the floor to admire your small. This time was no different. We started on the relative merits of our new supervisor and we concluded he was an asshole; moved to the topic of the new merit review plan which had just been put in place which led to a conversation about what would happen if everybody got merit reviews. That took us to sports figures and what they would be worth based on merit per game and what they would get if fans filled out merit reviews following every sports contest at which point the barmaid walked by.