Ode to a Rebel
© 1979, Jack L. Mace
Why wend your way alone
on paths so long and harsh?
You bend as one who's pressed
to tasks Herculean.
Your countenance is dressed -
your stoop reveals as well,
Raging emotions known
but to such as your self.
You could lighten your load,
but you choose the challenge
of the untrod, unknown.
best primed to innovate,
You bend your steps alone -
no entourage, few friends
To cheer, to smooth your road.
A dream you have - but how:
To inspire the masses;
Re-cast dies of aeons.
A task impossible
A task you press upon?
Quick you see the conflict
of love pledged - not given.
Quick you see the hurting.
Tears you would wipe away.
Yet, how blind to grievous,
piercing antimony
From those whom you'd select
as fellow laborers.
"Rabid Idealist!"
The epithet is hurled.
You wear it as a badge,
fully cognate within
You travel in cortege
with those since time began,
Those great "Idealists"
who would change tides of time:
To inspire the masses;
Re-cast dies of aeons.
A task impossible
A task they pressed upon?
Flee you t'ward destruction?
Or comprehend you not,
Comes it all from folly
that change through you might come?
Love you, oh so dearly,
the stress and pain within?
Flee you t'ward destruction,
or comprehend you not?
But why Judge I harshly
one I know not at all?
Or, do I truly know
what drives you from within?
Know I the winds that blow
across your heart and soul?
Why judge I so harshly?
Your dream is truly mine:
To inspire the masses;
Re-cast dies of aeons.
A task impossible
A task we press upon?
CURRENT:
Jesus and God must weep deeply
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What if I were ...
If I were temporarily laid up with a broken neck; if I experienced
cancer; if you knew about it would you come, willing to help where you can? Of
course you would! I’ve seen it happen repeatedly. Having experienced both of
those occurrences, I’ve even had a friend I hadn’t seen in ten years bring in a
warm dish of food at mid-morning.
Hmm … I wonder. What if I were to suffer a debilitating
mental illness like Autism, Bipolar Syndrome or Schizophrenia? If I were an Adult
ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder), would you still be there for me? I suspect
not. “Mental health consumers” would tend to yawn in boredom if you said you
would. Yet, people proclaim that caring attitude for the mentally ill.
I am a mental health volunteer, with a consumer friend; now for
17 years. (I'll use the old "John Doe" moniker to protect his identity.) He is disabled by Schizophrenia. At first, our friendship was formal
through Compeer at our Mental Health Association (MHA). Compeer pairs
volunteers with “consumers” as friends. Our role was to “be there” for them at
least one hour weekly.
I emphasize “was” because we no longer have Compeer.
Our MHA is closed too, due to various problems that plague volunteer efforts;
finances, business, personalities. That doesn’t matter, though. My wife and I continued
our friendship with John well beyond MHA. He’s quasi-family; not like he’s our
son, although we see him more often than we see our own. He doesn’t sleep over,
and he has friends “down the street” whom we would never know. What he says he
appreciates most is having a place to go on special days, and we have him with
us as we can at family occasions and holidays.
What matters here is that I really doubt that John would believe
you are “there for him.” He knows too many societal stigmas. He knows you would
likely be afraid? “Is Schizophrenia catching; or dangerous to my safety?” He
knows there were far more consumer applicants than willing volunteers; a ratio of
five-or-six-to-one at Compeer’s closure.
Oh, wait! I AM Adult ADD – sometimes over-achieving,
often overbearing. I am “one of them” and don’t have to tell you about “their” sense
of stigma. I cannot relate my syndrome without you doubting me, saying, “Don’t make
excuses.” I can’t expect the same caring in ADD as I knew as a “walking-wounded”
prostate cancer victim. What I know is that you may listen, but then my “condition”
will become a roadblock to close friendship.
There have been few times when I could count on a friend;
come-what-may. I’ve become so accustomed to a loner’s life that when someone seems
to care I’m afraid of the relationship. I’m afraid that sooner or later even
they will walk away.
So, I hold back; a largely-unknown, walking-wounded Adult ADD.
I’ve been admonished enough that I need not guess. My consumer-and-family friends
would also doubt your sincerity; come-what-may.
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