Excuse me, for just one minute please...May I please say what is really on my mind? The freedom to ask the questions I keep and have kept hushed away inside...
...may I ask with-out shame or state my words free of fear of someone playing, "Here Come The Judge"...if you're about my age you'll remember the skits, although, I really did not write it for the humour. For all of me, it is as it is written, here come da judge(s). I am so truly offened and disgusted by them who are so quick to play the judge...while along keeping their truths and/or un-truths tucked neatly up their...robe of judgement.
I see you looking at me with different eye orbs. With my one-good-bad-ear, I can still hear you speaking to (not with) me or your whispers become an insult...almost as if being talked act...as I have seen folks do to children...how you still grow bitter with a request for a repeat.
Perhaps because of the loss of one senses and the decline of another, Auto-teach went into affect. I was born blessed with pretty good senses...abundant. With-out them, I would not have survived childhood.
Have noticed that I am naturally learning to read peoples lips, almost if by accident. Another sense that has been enhanced is my intuition becoming acutely sharp and adapting. Also, having this realization settle in proper that reading Body Language, for me is another form of communications...another language...
Can you really feel it?
Disrespect cuts to the white meat when one is the recipient...to the bone when it is Relations who speak with bad breath and don't have ears.
Walking the Path...walker-style, one step at a time,
Mario
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