Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Forgive me

Time is of the essence.

I am chasing after time.

It goes so fast that I run to catch up with it and overlooked your cry for help. I am sorry.

Or was it because I was afraid of being laughed at?

I am sorry.

Why do I care so much about them and what they might think of me?

You needed help.

You needed help to pick up the fallen tissue packets.

It was not easy for you to do that - not while you are on a wheelchair.

I am sorry.

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