• Gravel is piercing the bottom of his feet, his hair is matted, his fingernails are brown.
    He sits under a big weeping willow tree and he looks around.

    He thinks, "I wonder how many are like me, visitors in my mind, the ones that stop my smiles and stare at me unkind. I am different in so many ways, most document me abnormal. I am the same in so many ways, enough to know that life can be horrible".

    He picks the gravel out of his feet and throws them as far as he can; he demands the voices in his mind to shut up, as he takes a quite stand. He combs the knots out of his hair and prays that these few normal minutes will last. He cries out please, oh please Lord let this be in the past.

    He cleans his nails and drops his head still sitting under the tree, then he stops all his thoughts and hears someone whispering. "You took to heart others opinions, for mine is the only one, for you are above normal, for you are my special son. Of course strangers do not understand and thier smiles are unkind, the are those who have fallen from my laws and their hearts are in a bind. You hold a spirit which is pure and a light that shines so bright. You my child are the choosen, the highest of the high. I heard you cry out to me for those few minutes to last, that was your lifetime I gave to you and your many test you've passed.

    I love you my child, you were always as normal as I allow, only if others knew that it was you who reached beyound the clouds. Fret not as you teach others the meaning to be like you. I have held you within my heart always and each one as special as you".