Tick, Tick, Tick

Most people think of a clock; maybe even a watch when they hear or read the words "Tick, Tick, Tick". But to me it's something so much more then that. It's the pass of time, the beat of my heart the thing that reminds me that I'm not dead to be truthful. Wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is ask "am I dead" I hear the tick and I know I am not.Sometimes I curse the fact that I was born a cripple. Maybe not something that everyone can notice but something that truly does effect my life greatly. But I also love it because it's sets me apart from all the clones of today society. I mean what have we come to when being yourself is something you get beat up for?! What happens when a boy or girl comes to school dressed in a way they like?! They get made fun of and picked on. Even harassed to the pint that they take their own life?! Is this what WE want. Because it surely isn't what I want. I wish that when I was younger I wasn't picked on until I was on the verge of tears! Maybe I wouldn't be the way I am today. But one thing I'm glad did happen was that I took a lesson from it. I have done my best in life to treat people the way I should. Yes I have messed up on very many occasions. But I also have made many people just that much happier by being a kind person and maybe saying a gentle word to them. So why can't we all do it?! Why can't it be a time when everyone treats people right and gives respect to those that need it the most. If you read this tell someone something today that will make them feel better, even if it's just a simple "Hi. I'm so glad I have you as a friend"; for someone it may be the difference between life and death. Because I know on more then one occasion it was for me...