Isn't positive good?

  "Look Mama! Doesn't that man  with that ugly scar on his face look strange? He looks like a monster."
  I watched desolately as the girl pointed her finger at my scar. What hurt me most was when her mother simply pulled the little girl away as if she had grown to detest me also. I trudged my way through the grubby alleyway and sat next to a worn dumpster. For years, I felt was if I was exiled to years of pain and misery. Why couldn't people see the person who I really am inside? They squirm and stomp over the ones who just look a bit different from their own kind, ignorant of their guilt.
  A young man and his pals walked past me. I could hear their snickering when they turned the corner.
  "Whatcha got there, hunchback?" one of the men called back.
  I shrugged my shoulder and continued to walk opposite of their direction. It wasn't worth getting into a fight with them. For sure, they could beat me down like a rag doll. I lowered my gaze as more people walked by. Everytime, one of them would stop and point in my direction. By that, more people began to pay attention to my ugliness. Shame poured all over me. I felt confined; trapped.
  When the crowd began to seperate, I went on. Stopping by a hot dog stand, I ordered one chili dog.
  The man took one good look at me. His glance directed at my scar. I turned away, not wanting any more attention from anyone. Grabbing my chili dog and tossing the money, I quickly left. In my worn-out street clothes, my appearence seemed to shock a few people. One old lady carefully observed every move I made as I crossed the street.
  There were many times when I wanted to disappear from sight. It was strange how humans didn't pay attention to large issues but when they spot something as unusual and a minor issue, they pay close attention. Steadily walking towards my hidden hole, I climbed in and felt safe within my home.
  I can remember the days when I was just like the others. I was sixteen and young and carefree like the others. However, on one fateful night, my whole life changed. My friend had dared me to jump off this certain cliff. Needless to say, I did and the jump resulted in discontorting my entire spine and nearly costed my life. Months passed and by then, everybody had looked away in disgust at my figure. My back was crooked and a long, purple scar ran down my left cheek. I was a crippled for life.
  In my hole, I could feel the vibrations of study feet walking above. The ground was pretty old and was very thin.  Particles of dust fell on my face.
  Staring above, I could hear the sound of a child's laughter. After all those years, I had never laughed once. Deep inside, I longed to laugh once more.
  The next day came. I trudged along the same alleyway I had went through before. As always, I had immediately received attention from passerbys.

  Looking down at the ground, I made my way to the library. There, I spent the next few hours reading a few books of interest in the far back corner. I knew nobody would bother me there.

  I finally left the library, only to be surrounded by a group of curious children. They stared at me with such intensity that I had trouble trying to make my escape.
  "Do a trick for us, clown", one of them said.
  I gazed confusedly at them. Did they just mistaken me as a clown?
  "Um..Okay. What would you like me to do?" I asked.
  "Anything."
  The first thing that could come up to my mind was juggling. When I was still a youth, my father had taught me how to juggle.
  "Do you have any balls?"
  One child nodded. He held out five red balls. I looked at them hesitantly. It had been a long time since I last juggled. If I messed up, these kids would take me as a fool.
  I took the balls and began to juggle. Suddenly, one ball slipped and the rest toopled to the ground. I froze. Surely, these kids would be greatly disappointed and see me only as a monster.
  After some silence, the group of children laughed. Giggling delightly, they swarmed around and cheered for more. Confidently, I threw up all the balls and began to juggle furiously than ever before. Many people stopped by and began to toss coins at my feet. I hopped on one foot and juggled while rotating in a circular motion. More applause. For the first time, I felt happy.
  After some whistling and more applause, I decided to call it quits. Taking a bow, my audience cheered endlessly and finally they began  to walk away. Feeling incredulously joyful, I collected all the coins and pocketed them. Only one child from the group remained. He was watching me as I bent down to pick up a few more coins.
  "Sir, you have an unusual face."
  Immediately, I felt shame once again.
  "But I don't care. You can sure juggle."
  He ran away but his comment still had me smiling. For I was no longer the man everyone disgusted but valued by his true self.