Dcardiff found one of my posts to his liking and when I went to visit his blog, I was amazed by what I found. His decision to put their voices into the blogosphere and remind us that they too have history and stories to share, that they have voices and had dreams just like you and I. I was moved by his humanity and compassion and I thought that you would like to see a glimpse into his friendships.
It was cool this morning with a forecast of rain. The patrol car with its red and blue flashing lights was at the corner, again. Joy was huddled up with her sweater pulled over her knees.
“How are you feeling, Joy”
“I’m really freaked man. I’m tweaked. I’ve got to get back on my meds. I didn’t sleep at all last night. See my hand, it’s shaking. I was watching BTN (Black Television Network) last night an Steve Harvey was on. I was laughing so hard I said to myself, I’ve got to tape this.
“I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up in some kind of nightmare. Really scary shit, anyway, I was awake for the rest of the night.”
I asked, “Since you don’t have your health card, what if you went to the emergency department of one of the hospitals? Wouldn’t they give you…
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