Jeron,
I envy you the luxury of choosing to be alone. like I envied the rich
kids who mimicked the way i put
together clothes because I was poor. I'm alone and don't want to be,
didn't choose to be, TM isolates me. It seems you can walk, I can't.
So i suffer beyond insult to injury-- the pain and no way to shop, to
go anywhere. Still i pray and persevere. Maybe my municipality will
wake and get paratransit for the over 20% of the county that is
disabled. Maybe some bright young person will develop the stem cell
cure, maybe in the same mysterious way this trail arrived, it will
be gone. I hear you and i feel your despair and anger and
frustration, because it is living hell. But --- the great old
but--- is that
the mind and heart persist, breath still comes easily and unaided
and there is HOPE.
Akua
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