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Show 247 The dog stopped mid-snarl, lowered his head and slunk back into the shadows. I think this primal growl was actually born last summer... I had just been released from the hospital and, wheeling on the sidewalk back toward our car, I didn 't see the car parked in the striped access land, its nose snuffling the curb cut, until Rex was pulling me down into it. Shins smashed into unyielding fender; body quickly followed... It was the policeman who did not know state law about the access lane who provoked my belated growl, I am remembering. Incredibly, he was going to cite me, not the car's owner. To my shame, I am recalling, I relinquished my fight. I groveled. I was afraid. Our culture disables me much more than this disease. I am not alone. It is a startling thought to realize just how very surrounded I am by others dealing with these same issues and issues that I will never have to deal with. I am so very surrounded by an entire community. I shall have to growl very loudly and for a very long time. |