I Owe Everything I Am

Patience, He Thought. So Much Of This Was Patience - Waiting, And Thinking And Doing Things Right. So Much Of All This, So Much Of All Living Was Patience And Thinking.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

Personal Inspection At Zero Altitude. The Stories Come From My Life - If Not My Own Experiences, Then About Topics And Subjects That Interest Me.

It Was As Though I Had Been Dying Of Thirst And The Librarian Had Handed Me A Five Gallon Bucket Of Water. I Drank And Drank. The Only Reason I Am Here And Not In Prison Is Because Of That Woman. I Was A Loser, But She Showed Me The Power Of Reading.

Things Seemed To Go Back And Forth Between Reality And Imagination--except That It Was All Reality.