My worst experience still hurts me..... and it was 3 years ago.
We were at Star Wars Weekends. We saw that the Jedi training was going to start in 30 minutes. DS(who was 6 at the time) wanted to participate.... but I didn't see a ramp leading up to the stage and he uses a wheelchair. I asked a CM if he would be able to participate. They asked me to wait while they went backstage to ask.
As we waited.... people began gathering around the stage..... but I didn't want to leave the spot we were in because I was afraid the CM would find us.
Finally the CM came out and told us to try to make it to the front of the ropes because they were trying to figure out a way he could participate... but the "Jedi" on stage would need to see him.
By this time there was a LARGE crowd gathered and I knew it was hopeless. We would never make it to the front. (I didn't want to be rude and push through)
We stood in the back...... and this part still amazes me...... people began PUSHING us through the crowd. The crowd parted and everyone so graciously.... and so kindly began pushing me and my son forward. I didn't even have to ask. I tried not to allow what happened next to overshadow the kindness shown to us that day.
We were almost to the front... but between us and the ropes stood a woman next to her son.
People around me kept telling me to ask the woman to stand BEHIND her son so I could push my son forward into her space. Reluctantly, I asked her. She turned to me and said, "NO!"
The woman next to me (Who had a very strong northeastern accent) said, "Hey! I thought this was for the kids?!?!?!"
The woman in front of me snapped around and started yelling at me. (Apparently she thought "I" had yelled that) She said the most horrible things to me.... infront of my son.
One thing that echoed over and over in my head was her shrill voice yelling, "You think you deserve special treatment because your kid can't walk? It's not my problem your kid can't walk and mine can!"
I looked down and my son was crying. I was shaking. The "TEXAN" came out of me and I told her if she didn't shut her mouth I was gonna shut it for her.
The northeastern accent lady next to me put her arms around me. I'll never forget how comforting that felt.
A gentleman at the front of the ropes overheard the whole thing and moved my son forward. I was so grateful.
My son was picked..... the mean woman next to me was livid because her son wasn't picked.
The worst part was that our children had to hear such horrible words. I hope my son has forgotten about it..... and I hope her son learns tolerance from someone besides his mother.
Wow. that was long!