A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings

I honestly don't even know where to start. I enjoy fictional stories, but this one was interesting and weird. To me, this story was about someone who was weary and life had quite literally knocked him down. I think it's awful that, even though it was strange, to treat this man with wings like an animal. Clearly he was human too, just different. A lot of people today treat those who are "different" as in mentally handicapped, obese, or just weird as someone not to be touched. To only look at and talk about and be seen as a circus act. Just like this man with wings, though, they have different attributes about them that we don't have. In this case, a man has wings. I found myself sort of envying this man because even though people mocked him and hurt him and treated him like an animal, it didn't seem to bring him down. He did what he had to do to survive and in the end he was able to leave and go somewhere he wasn't treated like that. Elisenda, however, was happy he had left. I hate to say this, but I have seen people have no remorse when someone handicapped or "different" dies or gets hurt. They almost think of it as it was coming to them eventually. That somehow they brought it upon themselves. I think that's how Elisenda felt. So basically what I got out of this story was to not underestimate those who seem to be different around us. They too have a soul and feelings and we should respect that and treat them as equals. This is all I could really get out of this story. I could be completely wrong in my interpretation of it. I'm sure by next class, though, my eyes will be opened to a whole new meaning of the story.