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this is what it means my son was shot now he lives in his wheelchair I hear him creek as he rolls down the hall he’s a brave boy it takes him such great strength to live he always smiles he can’t feel from the waist down but he works so hard he is so proud once I came home and he was so excited you see, he took a rope and a laundry basket filled them up with snacks; now he could drag his snacks to his room this was an accomplishment he was so proud of himself I held back my tears he shouldn’t have to go through this this is not how he should live people don’t understand when he has a bowel movement he has to reach inside of him and pull it out he can’t feel this is what it means for him to be in a wheelchair to not feel U.S. Government Copyright Chicago Poet Janet Kuypers on all art and all writings on this site completed before 6/6/04. All rights reserved. No material may be reprinted without express permission.