Some need to learn patience

This morning when I was driving home from the store I slowed down as I saw a mini-school bus, the one that transports children with special needs, with its yellow caution lights on. I stopped as it neared a house.

The impatient jerk in the pickup behind me didn't care for my caution. He gave me one of those motions with his hand, like what's going on? What are you stopping for?
The red lights came on as the bus stopped and pulled to the curb. From the house emerged a mother with a small boy who has a disability. He was wearing a helmet (don't know the technical term) and needed steadying as they went down three steps.
It looked like he has cerebral palsy.

You'd think I'd be accustomed to seeing someone with a disability, since Ralph uses a wheelchair. But I am so used to him getting around quite well that it barely registers with me that he is in it.
Seeing that little guy struggling just to get on the mini-bus was a painful reminder of how good we have it in our family.
I only hope the idiot in such a hurry behind me was paying attention.
I'd like to think that he was.