The Vessel/Staci Wilson

You are kind, uncommonly kind. You can't think as fast as you use to, at least before the accident. Your body may be mangled, and you may need others to take care of you now, but you are still you. Smiling is your greatest power as you stroll by people on your small stretcher-like bed. You are never wishing things back to the way they were, when you were whole, only that you could reach out and touch people again, give hugs and dance. People say you are mentally handicapped but you know better. You hear them, you see your parent's reactions and you know it isn't true. You see better than you ever have before, all the colors, sounds, smells and tastes. Everything is beautiful to you now, because you have time to look. You never wish things back to the way they were, because you are still you, despite having twisted limbs and lying on a bed forever. You are so kind. Uncommonly kind.