Jim Asimakopoulos

Once upon a time, I knew a very great man. His body was twisted, but he had about him the kind of devastating aura of overmastering charisma that I am sure few are privileged ever to behold.

For this man even to speak comprehensibly was a herculean struggle, yet: He sat down in the much-despised library before a thousand spiteful, ignorant, bored, high-school students and spoke for half an hour. When he finished, a thousand people walked out of that building, each instilled with their very own enduring new-found respect and understanding for the disabled.

Today I found out (thank you H!) that this man has been officially commended and recognized. I just wanted to share this fact with everyone.

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