As I descended off the Q2 onto the platform at the Wheaton station, I heard someone shouting “Azarius!” It was hard to discern the voice at first, amongst the myriad crowd, but soon, I saw an old friend of mine.
“Dave, how are you doing?” greeting him with a big hug. I met Dave through my brother. He suffers from schizophrenia. He was all smiles, and we were talking about life in general. He works as a fast-food restaurant manager. He told me he does not shiver the way he used to and his delusions are milder.
Looking at Dave, I realized that the triumph of the will is something extraordinary. Here is a man who never made excuses or let his pernicious disease get the best of him. Myself, after hanging with Dave, I realized that there are no excuses for me not to be successful.
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