To Inspire

by Marcus   Jun 15, 2007

So, your life sucks? Really? Complain, then.

Tell me about the card you didn't get, the brother who calls you names, the test you had to take, the gum you swallowed.

Tell me about the varsity team you didn't make, the friends who moved away, the kids who jeer and laugh at you. Tell me.

Now you've told. Listen, as I tell you of the cards and cards he never got, because his parents don't care for him and he has no other family.

Listen, as I tell you of the brother who doesn't call anyone names anymore, because he was killed years ago by a drunk driver.

Listen, as I tell you of the tests of endurance she faces every night, as her father whips her.

Listen, as I tell you of the steak he couldn't swallow, the steak that killed him.

Listen, as I tell you of the boy who broke his neck playing varsity, now confined to a wheelchair for life.

Listen, as I tell you of the 'friends' who are embarrassed to be seen talking to her, simply because their other friends don't like her.

Listen, as I tell you of the kids who beat and bruise him for sport on his way from school every day. Listen.

So if you have one leg, lean on your buddy.
If your feet are slow, learn to run on your hands.
If your friends are dead, take their lives and live them.
Remember that it could always be worse, and that you are lucky. Stay hopeful.
And whatever you do, do it to inspire.


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  • 12 years ago

    by Gasttlee

    I can relate to this. It's wonderful the way you wrote this. 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by XSugarSexSuicideX

    Wow...^^that's kinda shallow. Nice work, Marcus

  • 12 years ago

    by x.Athame.x

    Nice Marcus.

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