Imagine…

Imagine not being able to say “I love you” with your own lips.

Imagine not being able to say “I hate you” when you’re really pissed.

Imagine not being able to hug the one you love.

Imagine not being able to give someone an angry shove.

Imagine not being able, and always having to swallow your pride.

Imagine never being able to take it all in stride.

Imagine not being able to stand firm on your own two feet.

Imagine never having the feeling of “weak in the knees”.

Imagine never being able to hold your child.

Imagine never being able to sing them a lullaby.

Imagine never being able to catch a fly ball at the game.

Imagine not being able to make a single phone call today.

Imagine a life in which you are constantly at the mercy of everyone else and having to rely on another life for each and every movement your body makes, to express the thoughts in your head that you can’t release on your own. 

Imagine having a fully active mind, but a body that can’t fully execute those thoughts.  Having to use someone else’s voice in order to be heard, to use someone else’s hands in order to feel.  Having to rely solely on the patience of those around you in order to survive.

I personally have a hard time grasping the concept within my own hands.

but yesterday,

I met a man.

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