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In high school-- WBHS-- we were voting. i thought i deserved wittiest. truth is, i deserved dorkiest. something i inherited from my player papa. i call him that, the work horse he was who died of a worn out body-- bc Dad's employee saw his navy pic in my room. he called him a player. & boy was Granny hot. i told her id dated her if i was her age 20. she said she wouldnt date me. she said that bc she liked nobodies. im not bragging, but my ALJC youth minister's wife was in my class. i asked her if i was popular. she said YES, u hung out with -------. i said, no, he hung out with me. she laughed, nodding her head. & as i was in ICU, the cheerleading squad & homecoming court was in my floor crying. i clubbed w & dirty danced with them. that was my teen god. i wish id had different values. but i was a clown in school. & such a mocker! in the wittiest blank, i thought about putting me, but put my bff, a suave clown. i was a dorky clown. truth is i thought i deserved it. but God told me if i put my buddy He'd give e greater fame. boy did He ever. when we graduated that year, against my therapists' will, i dropped my feet from my wheelchair & put my arms up. they got under each arm & we walked the catwalk! 2000 people gave me na standing ovation & it went in the winder+atlanta paper! then i wrote some books. my pic & pics of books went in the paper too! if i had not voted for my buddy, i wouldnt have gotten the fame God promised!

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