Pitbull In my darkest hour I reached for a hand and found a paw shirt

So cute kids are just getting really so. Much more sensitive to many things we would usually stare at or ask questions about. Now they are Intensely excited and happy for their friends and relationships with friends mean so much more they are so mature about many things. Pitbull In my darkest hour I reached for a hand and found a paw shirt I love how this little girl was embraced by her fellow students when she returned to school with her new leg. No prejudice no bullying just unconditional love and acceptance! Why is it so difficult for so many people to just accept each other as human beings and help them embrace kindness and understanding.

Pitbull In my darkest hour I reached for a hand and found a paw shirt, ladies tee, v-neck

Anu can still only shoot and make long aerial passes with her left, but her ball control, movement off the ball and medium to short passing are exquisite. She’s a fearless defender and dangerous in the box, scoring with her head on set pieces for fun. She dies for the Pitbull In my darkest hour I reached for a hand and found a paw shirt week in and week out. Wish I had eleven of her.  Sometimes I think there is still a chance for the human race to become better when I see the power of a child being happy but then I watch the news that day and remember what adults do for money and not because it is the right thing to do. But I will keep hope alive. Bless her anyway in the meantime

Pitbull In my darkest hour I reached for a hand and found a paw shirt, hoodie, sweater

The excitement seen in those kids eyes when they see their friend’s new blade, and their genuine happiness is something to behold. They don’t even bat an eyelid, considering the child’s left hand is underdeveloped. They’ll grow up to be compassionate young people who see only a person’s character, not their physical appearance. I think the teacher deserves praise for preparing the class for this. There was a boy with one eye in my daughter’s primary school and one day his prosthetic eye fell out – the kids were traumatized by this but the teacher used it as an opportunity to talk about missing bits and differences and told them that she herself had only one lung. She normalized it to be not normal. I wonder if this little girl’s teacher had a similar sensible attitude.