Frank
I know a unique man.
He served in a country that produced broken bodies and souls.
Agent Orange defoliant became part of him there,
to ensure pain would be his companion for life.
Even so,
he devoted his life to the paraplegics at Hines.
His care was unmatched by all the others,
because he loved his charges,
the special way, a soldier loves his unit, more than his own family.
He invited me into his world,
to read poetry to the bedridden,
and give them creative outlets they were desperate for.
And to sit with them in the sunlight, at picnics,
and marvel at their optimism and spirit,
greater than everyday people with bodies whole.
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