“My dream is far less eloquent
than the “Mountain Top” that the late Martin Luther King, Jr., saw before he
was killed. Mine is simple: Let each person decide what they want to do with
their lives from what clothes to wear, what to eat, who to love and where to
work. I never believed the creator made anything defective, especially people,
and every time someone said I had a birth defect I wanted to spit in their
face. I had so much rage as a child, it is remarkable I survived, but with each
passing year God tempered my soul, probably from my lying in so many hospital
beds and learning to accept suffering as a normal part of my life. Pain that
saps the consciousness and wipes out all other perception and sensation is
outstanding in transforming someone from being arrogant to being humble and
realizing our fallibility. Each day then becomes precious.”
--By Jerry Wolffe
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