As the 1 year anniversary of John's death approaches, I'd like to re-share this story. {Click the dog for John to see my hoard in honor of him.}
john..........death
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I have cerebral palsy. I have no control over my muscles.
But I'm not stupid. I can understand what those kids say as they are passing my by in the hallways. "What's wrong with that John kid? Oh yeah, that's right! He's a retard who drools everywhere." Even though I knew their words weren't true, each word stings.
My case is serious. I can only control parts of my brain- luckily, one of the parts I can control is the part that thinks. I have to eat through a tube that gets inserted into my bellybutton. It's rather uncomfortable, but I like the feeling of being full.
They tell me I'm 13 years old. I feel so much younger. Compared to the other kids my age, I feel short. Probably because I'm always sitting down in my wheel chair. Sometimes, girls push me around the halls. Abbey, and Lindsay... they're very nice. They talk to me. They tell me their problems- but sometimes it's hard to understand them. They talk in hushed voices, like they don't know I'm listening.
One morning, they were loading me onto the school bus- the usual routine. But this time, it was different. I caught a glimpse of a shadow. I let it slide, shadows were everywhere. But then it came into full view. It had pale yellow eyes, and an amazing, striking face. I couldn't tell if it was handsome, or beautiful. Maybe both. Magnificant feathered wings sprouted from it's back. The feathers were pitch black, and glossy, like a raven's. It spoke with a rich voice, like velvet. "Come with me, child." I found my jaw was able to move- I was able to speak. "Why? Who are you?" It paused for a moment, as if pondering my question. "Because it is your time. Who I am is not important- what's important is you need to come with me. Stand up, child." I found my legs were also able to move. I let a smile escape my lips- the feeling of using my muscles was a relief. I stood up, and took it's hand. "Where are we going?" I felt my throat tighten, the air being pushed out of my lungs, my heart stopped beating.
"You'll see when we get there."
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Rest in Peace, John.
John passed away May 5th, 2011, for those that are curious. I added a touch of fiction near the end for those whom could not tell.
-Rainy
john..........death
---
I have cerebral palsy. I have no control over my muscles.
But I'm not stupid. I can understand what those kids say as they are passing my by in the hallways. "What's wrong with that John kid? Oh yeah, that's right! He's a retard who drools everywhere." Even though I knew their words weren't true, each word stings.
My case is serious. I can only control parts of my brain- luckily, one of the parts I can control is the part that thinks. I have to eat through a tube that gets inserted into my bellybutton. It's rather uncomfortable, but I like the feeling of being full.
They tell me I'm 13 years old. I feel so much younger. Compared to the other kids my age, I feel short. Probably because I'm always sitting down in my wheel chair. Sometimes, girls push me around the halls. Abbey, and Lindsay... they're very nice. They talk to me. They tell me their problems- but sometimes it's hard to understand them. They talk in hushed voices, like they don't know I'm listening.
One morning, they were loading me onto the school bus- the usual routine. But this time, it was different. I caught a glimpse of a shadow. I let it slide, shadows were everywhere. But then it came into full view. It had pale yellow eyes, and an amazing, striking face. I couldn't tell if it was handsome, or beautiful. Maybe both. Magnificant feathered wings sprouted from it's back. The feathers were pitch black, and glossy, like a raven's. It spoke with a rich voice, like velvet. "Come with me, child." I found my jaw was able to move- I was able to speak. "Why? Who are you?" It paused for a moment, as if pondering my question. "Because it is your time. Who I am is not important- what's important is you need to come with me. Stand up, child." I found my legs were also able to move. I let a smile escape my lips- the feeling of using my muscles was a relief. I stood up, and took it's hand. "Where are we going?" I felt my throat tighten, the air being pushed out of my lungs, my heart stopped beating.
"You'll see when we get there."
---
Rest in Peace, John.
John passed away May 5th, 2011, for those that are curious. I added a touch of fiction near the end for those whom could not tell.
-Rainy
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