Dear Drug and Alchol Induced, Brain Injured Person.

Thirty some odd years ago, you made a decision that would affect you...and everyone who loved you...for the rest of your life.  You have spent most of the last thirty years being cared for by others. 

Today, you hurt me.  You attempted to leave the facility that was caring for you....and I tried to stop you from making a decision that might hurt you again. 

You were angry.  You shouted obscenities at me.  You called me names that I have never been called before.  You threw yourself around in your wheelchair, and struck out at me repeatedly.  I dodged your fists, and I held your chair so it did not end up in the gutter.

I am sore now.  It hurts to pick up my grandson, and the moving that I am involved in is now complicated by a sore back...

I will continue to care for you.  I will forgive you your outbursts...give you candy and coffee...because that really is your only pleasure in life...and because, thirty some odd years ago, I made a decision of a much different kind.  I chose to become a nurse.