Ambrosious
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Ever seen anything so wonderfully brave it brings a tear to your eye? I have, and I do every morning and afternoon, while working security for a child rehab unit in Atlanta.
Every morning the busses roll in and the kids hobble, stumble, walk, roll, and stagger onto the sidewalk. There is the girl that has a gunshot injury to the brain. She always looks up at me and smiles in her beautiful, lopsided way. There comes her friend and partner in arms, a motor vehicle accident victim, who has graduated from wheelchair to walker to cane.
"Good morning, you sure are looking fine this day," I'll say.
"Thank you sir, and you sure look handsome yourself," she replies.
"Work hard superstar," I say.
"I always do, I'm not going to be here much longer," she says.
It's like our morning ritual.
There comes the young man, also a motor vehicle accident victim, who can now hold his head up on his own and signal and shake with one hand. He's always trying to get the attention of our female officer. Ladykiller.
There's the young man, gunshot victim, who can barely grunt and can move two fingers. He can hold his head up some days, but at the end of the day his chin touches his chest. Rehab is hard work. He still drools on himself. He is making improvement, he now sits up by himself.
Two by two and one by one they come in every morning and file out every afternoon. I am humble by the great spirits that these children have and show. Do you know how hard it is to have a bad day when a little girl who can barely speak tells you to, "Smile, sir, it's a good day."? I leave some days nearly crying, some days smiling, and every day impressed.
Go hug your child.
Ambro
Every morning the busses roll in and the kids hobble, stumble, walk, roll, and stagger onto the sidewalk. There is the girl that has a gunshot injury to the brain. She always looks up at me and smiles in her beautiful, lopsided way. There comes her friend and partner in arms, a motor vehicle accident victim, who has graduated from wheelchair to walker to cane.
"Good morning, you sure are looking fine this day," I'll say.
"Thank you sir, and you sure look handsome yourself," she replies.
"Work hard superstar," I say.
"I always do, I'm not going to be here much longer," she says.
It's like our morning ritual.
There comes the young man, also a motor vehicle accident victim, who can now hold his head up on his own and signal and shake with one hand. He's always trying to get the attention of our female officer. Ladykiller.
There's the young man, gunshot victim, who can barely grunt and can move two fingers. He can hold his head up some days, but at the end of the day his chin touches his chest. Rehab is hard work. He still drools on himself. He is making improvement, he now sits up by himself.
Two by two and one by one they come in every morning and file out every afternoon. I am humble by the great spirits that these children have and show. Do you know how hard it is to have a bad day when a little girl who can barely speak tells you to, "Smile, sir, it's a good day."? I leave some days nearly crying, some days smiling, and every day impressed.
Go hug your child.
Ambro
