“I exist as I am, that is enough.” Walt Whitman ...
I came to love this man R. He was the first Korri man, who related to me, talked to me one on one, probably knew as a new Social Worker I was out of my depth. I'd have long conversations with his mother who was at the time, ironically doing the same degree as I. By the time he left most staff had had enough but always he would sing this song to me, when I was just ready to ring his neck. He was hard work but with a great sense of humour ...lol..He'd sing'How many love you like this AbbeyNot many, if any'he would laugh and smile...he would say how many men look as good as thisNot many, if any''he was a 16yr old boyHe'd sing it all night, while I was trying to cook dinner,play basketball, watch tvor if he saw my attention was with anotherHe had dreams of being a mechanicwanted his mother to be proud of himHe left meand went out to the world.He drove a car into a service stationheld it up and demanded money...he was gaoled for that.and is still thereand he rang to say he was okhe said'how many men go like this Abbeynot many if any..I cried my heart outbut I loved R.
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