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Has there ever been a day as magnificent as this one? The air so crisp and cold your cheeks pink up just thinking of going outside. A thin layer of snow covering the winter browned grass, making the roads look like black ribbons carelessly dropped from a young girl's hand. This weather portends a great upcoming summer. Fewer mosquitos, fewer bugs of any kind.
Philip's story is one third told. He's tapping on my shoulder now, anxious for me to finish the writing.
"Tell them..." he whispers in my ear. "Tell them of my school in the bayou, my teacher from Chicago..."
This character is as excited about meeting the world as I. His story, and that of the boys and girls, men and women like him, has been ignored too long. I am so grateful that I was the one chosen to bring them all into the light.
The Doctor called me today, as he always does. "Where can we go? What do you see?" He asks me.
I tell him that I see auditoriums filled with children, their laughter ringing in my ears. I see book stores, the people lined out the door and down the block. I see the kids once relegated to the sidelines of life rolling and limping to stand shoulder to shoulder with their peers, claiming their right to acceptance and happiness. I see it and I feel it. Its waiting for us.
"Thank you." The doctor says quietly before hanging up the phone.