Alright. I think it's time for the second part of the story. First off, I would like to thank everyone for the wonderful feedback from the previous post. Upon writing it, I had no idea what kind of impact it was gonna make, but I'm thankful that at least a few benefited from reading it. Thanks again for the responses. It truly means a lot.
This is going to be rather short and sweet.
I must begin by saying that Kyle and I have quickly become well acquainted with one another. Kyle is the blind guy. (He may be without sight, but he does have a name.) He comes in the weight room just about every time I'm working. He has remarkable form when lifting weights, despite the fact that he doesn't know what "form" looks like. It floors me every time I glance over and see him working out. I forget that he's blind for a second...it's just so unreal.
But I think I've said enough about him. He's a remarkable being, there's no other way I can put it. So I'll switch the focus to all of the "normal" people with all five senses, who don't necessarily deserve them. (More specifically: myself)
...and I will do so in a later post. Sorry, its late again and I'm not really feeling a creative flow. You can't force the cards. I promise I'll get back to it ASAP with a clear mind and open heart. The next post will be straight to the point; no lolly gagging. Bring a helmet.
My apologies,
Zach
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