Broken

Coming to terms with the fact that you are, in a way, 'broken' is an interesting developmental process.  People do not refer to transient conditions in a personal way.  They say, "I have the Flu" or "a cold".  But conditions of life that impart some kind of permanence to the body or soul must be internalized.  We do not say "the asthma is killing me", rather we say "my asthma is killing me", "my diabetes", "my scared heart".  They become part of who we are, but it is not an instantaneous process, rather it is a process that slowly proceeds from initial shock and denial, to self internalization and acceptance.  It becomes part of who we are, part of how we identify ourselves.

Being a deep thinker, I find myself watching this process take place inside myself, almost as if I were watching from the third person as I observe how it plays out in 'my' newly diagnosed ulcerative colitis.

I have a dream...

I have a dream that one day a woman may share equal rights and wage with her male counter part.

I have a dream that one day a man may marry who he will, irrespective of gender.

I have a dream that one day a Hispanic child may receive an equal chance to raise out of poverty, to equal education and health.

I have a dream that one day a young white male will have an equal chance to education, that he will not be discriminated against because he is not the minority, that merit will determine his fate rather than his colour or gender.

I have a dream that one day a mosque, church, synagogue, and temple may one day line the same street, and that all may worship freely without discrimination.

I have a dream that one day political affiliation will not determine the choice you must make, but that a man can decide for himself what is right and wrong.

I have a dream that the rights of freedom, health, and the pursuit of happiness will lay equally before all the children of Eden.