The Big Wall continues to crumble, and its foundation is gloriously compromised. There are no more excuses. We can no longer blame management. It's up to us. It's up to you. It's up to me. We are victims leaving the hospital; standing from our wheelchairs.
You have no age, you have no gender, you have no race. You are whom think you are. You are whom you want to be. You are a Kung Fu master of yourself. You are built of bullet-proof stained glass. You are bound with stainless steel. You cradle the sun within you. You glow like God at the river's edge, where your family and friends welcome you. You breathe in the spectrum. You glide through the bubble.
What would you like to do? How can you help?
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