Boy without Legs

Monday, April 09, 2007

Poem: Relief
By Pasqual Torres



Where can I find it
Where has it been
Where am I searching
is it within?

It is always a struggle
it's never the same
Why can't I fix this
who can I blame

The problem is brewing
its growing too big
The pressure is mounting
somethings got to give

I may never find it
the end to my greif
I may never feel whole
never find my relief

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Friday, April 06, 2007

Poem: Self evident
By Pasqual Torres
4/6/07 9:11 am

You can't be me
You can't see me
You can't even pretend to know me
You are you
and I am me
and we can't be we
until you see
that being you makes you, you
and that being me is too hard to be
so be free to be you
and I'll be me
and when you finally see how great it is to be you
then you will finally see how great it is to be me!

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A letter I recieved:
"Hello, I work with Iraq veterans here in san antonio. Most of them have lost limbs in the war and I would like to contact [you] and maybe get some ideas from [you] on wrestling as an amputee."

This was in reference to a video I posted on youtube of a young disabled boy who found strength in high school wrestling. 12 years ago that boy was me. The following are parts of my response to the letter.

"I have been told it was an inspiring piece and opens the eyes of many who thought their lives were over due to a disability. I do have the unfair advantage of being born with a genetic defect as opposed to suffering from a traumatic accident but I can't say that has made my life any easier... being born without legs and fingers has just given me more time to adapt and fully accept who I am and my role in society.

I have since this time attended a public university met a woman, married and raised two little girls. All things I didn't really think I was capable of. I lived in fear that I would not met everyone's expectation but I have thrived and I even have a successful career in the government.

Wrestling was a very special part of my life. It gave me a lot of self esteem and it was a great way to keep physically fit, active in my school, bring public attention to my disability, vent any frustration through team community and physical competition. And if you learn anything from sports it is learning to lose, dealing with it, moving on and improving your situation for next time. I wrestled for 4 years and every year I improved. For me that meant more then any trophy or medals... incidental I have 1 gold, 2 silver and a bronze. The pride of knowing I applied myself to a goal and came out a better person is enough of a reward.

I can't teach you anything about wrestling that a book couldn't offer, but my coach was the true difference. Our coach was a quiet and supportive man. He was a teacher at heart and he never made us do anything we didn't want to. He motivated us through strength and honesty. I have seen some coaches that bully or yell and they just don't understand that people respond better to positive reinforcement then negative. Once that person's time as a wrestler is over they need to know that what they were doing was building character and self esteem that will last the remainder of their days.

my family has a history in the armed forces, specifically the US Marine Corp. My mother's father, my father and my brother were/are all career marines and fortunately they have all come home without physical injury. They still suffer from the mental demand of combat but that is an everyday struggle. I have suffered personally through depression and I would suggest that you get these guys to put themselves into a hobby or community sport of any type. Build their self esteem and show them its not the end of their lives but a detour and that if they don't learn something from it it will crush them.

Other activities I enjoy are swimming, riding on a skateboard, pool, and lifting weights. If these guys can just get a buddy and work with him in any activity they will form a friendship and then they can have someone to talk to. I don't recommend a lot of group therapy. Its OK but it leads to "look at me, I have the worst story" but one on one from one amputee to the next can be very good for a person's spirit. And tell them not to worry about women. Women love a man with self esteem and pride.

Always know your limits. You can't do everything, not even a "legged person" can do everything? I know my limits and I try to set the bar high enough to achieve my goals and still leave room for improvement. I don't beat myself up if I fail, I either try again or reevaluate the goal and it practicality. And this is important. Sometime I ask for help. Cause no man is strong enough to do it alone.

The first step to recovery is acceptance. I hope you can share a few of the words I have said to you and inspire them to make changes and learn from them. As long as they do that, they can be happy with themselves and maybe they will be some body else's inspiration."

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Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Poem: Out of reach
By Pasqual Torres


Here I sit alone with my thoughts
not sure of my next move

So broken hearted, so deeply scarred
just hoping to improve

The wistfullness of my soul
desires something new

So twitterpated and hopelessly jaded
just looking for something to hold onto

I yearn for more and stretch out my hand
to reach for true happiness

And in return I lose my arm
and everything else with it

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Monday, April 02, 2007

Poem: Love Loss
By Pasqual Torres

"It is better to have loved and lost then never loved at all"
the saying goes but it is so unture to those of us that fall

To say loss is a simple thing, of life it's just a part
is like offering a bandaid to fix a broken heart

No love and loss are not so easy for anyone to deal
and only time will tell if the pain will finally heal

So don't listen to those people that say you are better off
cause I'd rather not miss what I could not have
then sit lonely with my loss

Poem: The Jester
By Pasqual Torres

He hides his pain with a laugh
and boastful comedy
On his stage the jokes pour out
for everyone to see

Distraction from every angle
so that no one ever grows wise
to the distance look and retreated heart
apparent in his eyes

Ha-ha, He-he, the crowd erupts
laughter splits their sides
And they never notices the anger
this jester always hides

But as time goes on it eats away at him
and leaves him openhearted
Revealing a fragile soul
completely left unguarded

In the past the jokes protected him
he simply pushes others out
But now he's left so vulnerable
that his only defense is in doubt

So he carries on with the laughs
fearful of the pain he's concealing
And envies the joy of the crowd
Hoping to one day know the feeling

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Poem: Better Days
By Pasqual Torres

Thinking of the good times
they seemed to be so few
Distance in my memory
is the happiness I once knew

Replaced is the pain of loss
consuming an life
bitterness and empty dreams
fill the hole with strife

And with each passing day
the road grows very rough
sometimes one must take control of the wheel
when he's finally had enough

I've seen the light shining through
down upon my blank face
it encapsulates my mind and soul
transported to another place

A future filled with happiness
and others will amaze
"That boy has never been so full of joy
these are better days"

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