Posted 03 April 2013 - 11:45 PM
They arrived early, they arrived fast and in the dawns early light, the workmen pulled the Park Place Hotel apart and bulldozed the debris over the embankment without even checking through it. Lucky for him, he and Argo, the wolf, were watching from behind a rock ledge over by the fish pond. For some reason he had sensed the end of this most excellent camping trip was coming, and he had removed what he could pack away and the dog in the middle of the night. Good thing he thought. Those guys would of bulldozed him too. Still early, he and Argo walked down the trail and peed on Mr. Starks tree and continued onto where he had been finding the food packages. Standing in line at the Salvation Army's Soup Kitchen he took his last pill. He didn't know how he would find any more of them. Looking around, he preferred his imaginary benefactor leaving food for him, but this was the hard truth. Pretending supply drops in the night made the food handout easier. Argo whined a bit and then with a bark, started down the street and disappeared from sight not to be seen again. Eating his breakfast, he reflected on how he got to this point in his life.After he was told that he had PD, his health spiralled downwards. He lost his factory job. Trying to get another one was tough. Nobody could insure him, he was harrased cause he appeared stiff and slow and the handfuls of pills sparked lots of questions. He didn't even know long had he been gone?
Don't be hard on yourself, try your best and be strong!