Blessed with Sadness
Blessed with Sadness Blonde beach babes. Everywhere I looked there were posters of scantily clad, big-breasted women. Some of them were in bikinis, while others sported glossy-black leather. Every one of these women were a picture-perfect fantasy of the male mind. It was strange to see them, here of all places...yet not strange at all. "Have a good night Michael," I said, walking out of the room slowly. A two-toothed smile, and a guttural grunt was all Michael offered as a farewell to my departure. Leaving the nursing home, I continued to ponder the strange scene that had befallen my eyes and bewitched my mind. My client, Michael, who occupies this normal looking room is confined to a wheel chair. He is also unable to speak vocally without the use of a small computer that he types into to verbalize his inner most thoughts. Yet, despite his apparent disadvantage, he is like any other regular man. He eats, he sleeps, he enjoys watching tv and movies, and even plays v...