he walks slowly, step by laborious step, and always afraid of a stumble. the fingers of his left hand stubbornly curl up with a life of their own. his left shoulder sags heavily in its socket. his mind remains sharp. he is always aware of what he is and what he was. i remember his tears.
today, he tells me quietly, i am blessed. i was down there, but i know now that i am blessed. i have learned that life can go on.
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