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.
Im disgusted to my sickest illness of judgemental, criticizer that plot my situation's that mode everything i sculpt and cannot stay nuetural in the there zones point fingers to blame yourself in a decision thats not made right to there satisfaction which may not be granauteed which there's a false situation that dont make since or just still like and paraplegics. But as i move to be grounded to move forward as i play in an formation of since ability to maintain my process and knowing my faults of my doings but to prejudge my conception of my life ratification but to ratify all the madness that happened upon me overall as i careless what people may solidify or cruel intention on my inflictions that cant chance what i say nor what i think but people love to critics in critical standpoints that doesn't have a point or appointed judgement to as i judge and bang the gavel to maintain my decision in how i may direct my action thats scene's in a movie that i direct and co- write so vivid in my views...
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