again tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. After several run-ins with
over-zealous fans, I hesitated whenever a stranger tried to hug me. Today I met
people that cared so much about each other that handshakes weren’t enough.
life I was called a retard. Told I was stupid, worth nothin’. At Caldwell, they
would hit me if I didn’t eat fast enough, make my bed right, or clean the
bathroom correct. Took my things, laughed at me when I couldn’t speak, and gave
me no respect. Hated it there. I’ll never forget Jack. He met me. Shook my
hand. Treated me like a man. He saved my life, and I love him.”
walked up the stairs to the bus. He waved from his seat as it pulled away. I
stood, unable to move, as I watched the bus turn down the street. My thoughts
were all over the place while everything around me moved in slow motion.
She looked concerned. “Are you okay? Too much?”
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I couldn’t answer her. I
grabbed her hand and squeezed it as we walked to the car. It was too much, but
it was all the right kind of too much.
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