my best life 07.10.17.1204P

He entered my room wearing his yellow pajamas with a
giggle under his breathe. “You made quite an entrance
today…” he said sticking his hand out as he introduced
himself. “My name is John, I just wanted to make sure
you were alright.”
Standing up, I shook his hand and said “Thank you.”
John had been a three-year veteran of the institution and
had seen it all. Laughingly, he said my performance today
was entertaining and told me that he had never seen a
white boy move so fast.
That made me laugh, as John helped me transition my
anger and it was suddenly in the past. He put his hand on
my shoulder and walked me to dinner.
When we arrived in the dining area, we found a table in
the corner and sat together. I learned that John suffered
from seizures and had a history of emotional outbursts
that kept him unemployed and alienated from his family.
John was taking lots of medications which helped most of
the time. He seemed to calmly accept the fact that this
institution was likely going to be his home for the rest of
his life.
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