- Those mornings that happen to you. You wake up, its bright and the day opens grandly for you. Then that phone call that brings you to your knees so fast you put dents in the floor and blood streams like the tears. I don't know how I feel.
- Thats a lie. I feel humbled.
- Then there is a boy there, a tall strong boy who holds you while you cry and says hes sorry, kisses your forehead and lets you soak his shirt with never an awkward movement.
- And another boy who answers you across the vast expanse of cyberspace to make your butterflies start up again. Who offers exclamation marks with his comments on the beauty of the day. Refreshing and artistic.
- They take the mind away from the current cause of tears. Back to strong strapping men. Not men in hospital beds with head trauma.
- I am bound to think good thoughts of him today, that he will make a strong and perfect recovery. I love you Eli. Be well.
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