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from walks of all ages they, with their bravery at hand

quietly come

as graceful as mildly wounded Gazelles

dancing upon crutches, which before only helped them

to propel

their broken, frail child like bodies

magnificent in each its indifference to whatever the

handicap

such undisguised beauty, possessed so courageously in

these young, determined, wise minds

these small warriors fighting adversity know whats

going on and just where its all at

its in each our loved filled hearts

passed all our own personal flaws

with his wearing braces over there and she a cast on her arm

and I with my perpetual reading glasses

we each forget our own handicaps that we and others

view only as small

the world today is so much crueler than I believe it has ever

been before

but for each cruel aspect there is a helpful adult or

an understanding child quick to step up and aid such

individuals in acceptance and the initial opening of

yet another much needed door

and that my dear is why I, (yes me) am here and just

what I am standing and do stand up for..........

(written Oct. 20, 1993 am)