Someone Like Me

Erik Cooper —  July 12, 2012 — 1 Comment

“Look mommy, he’s like me!”

We looked up from the Mission of Mercy booth in middle of the convention hall to see the most beautiful sight. A four year old girl had noticed something more than mildly interesting that she had in common with my father in-law.

A prosthetic arm.

She was drawn to him. To compare technology. To share stories. To feel…



As humans we long to feel special, rare, unique. Yet strangely we enough, we’re also desperate to know we’re not alone. Not abandoned. Not the only one.


Unfortunately, the things that make most of us feel isolated aren’t as obvious as an artificial arm. They’re hidden deep inside. Embedded in our silent stories. Intertwined in pain, embarrassment, and shame.

That’s why vulnerability is vital.

When we’re willing to share the broken spaces, when we find the courage to go first, we open up connections that can be life-changing. We learn we’re not alone. That there’s someone like you, and someone like me.

And God has made a way for us all.

One response to Someone Like Me

  1. Reminds me a bit of our conversation at lunch. Great stuff as always you good writer you…

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