So, I'm in the supermarket buying a few groceries prior to stopping by customer service to get a couple of lottery tickets. In front of me, at checkout, is a girl of about 20 years of age, lying almost prone, in a motorized wheel chair. Her upper body was raised just enough so she could look forward to maneuver the chair with controls located at the end of the arms. Her hands were slightly gnarled, her voice slightly slurred, and I can only assume what malady might be affecting her. I had to roughly estimate her age at around 20 because whatever she suffered from made it difficult to get any more specific. After years of disuse the body undergoes ravages beyond my knowledge or imagination; it is the hell of being a prisoner in your own body, when the body seems to be shutting down and the mind is helpless to stop it.
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