In this case, her challenge for today was to get to work without putting down the crossword book or getting run over. As she walked past the tent-city...of Zuccotti Park, she raised her free hand and gave a thumbs-up.“Occupy!” she called out without looking up from the puzzle.“Occupy!” several of the protesters cheered in return, glad for the small piece of support.“Entropy!” she exclaimed with a smile as she finally caught the word she was looking for. Hearing her ringtone sounding off in her. I was lucky to be under the care of Sisters of the Poor who beat the correct pronunciation of English into my tear-stained face. The good sisters seemed to make a special effort with me probably because I was a really big boy growing up and towered over my short father who barely came up to my shoulder. I also was overly fond of food and like to eat my poor family out of house and home.My academic endeavors were cut short by the necessity to put food on the table so I joined my dad in the. Pushing the door open Rick blinked in the darkness, his eyes trying to adjust to the gloom." I am in here " called a voice and Rick walked up the short passage to entrance door .As his eyes adjusted to the light he saw a figure standing at the door. Approaching he had a chance to see more closely and immediately felt a tingle of excitement .A quiet tall lady of about 40-ish was smiling at him -she was dressed in what to Rick looked like a wrap around night gown but open at the front where he. The bullets caused great internal damage." Why can't I move?" Amanda asked in a panicky voice."Because you are in traction. That bullet damaged your spine and they don't know if ... if ... if..." Mark's voice faded."Where are you?" she asked."I'm over here on the bed next to you. We're in the hospital," he answered and got off the bed to walk around so she should see him."Am ... I ... paralyzed?" she asked fearfully. "Why can't I move?" You are in complete traction. Your upper body is.