About five elementary schools in my neighborhood feed into the junior high, so kids naturally clung to familiar faces their first few weeks of school. Max would hover, and even sit, with the boys from my elementary school. There was a tolerance but not quite an acceptance of him despite the fact we'd known the kid for seven years.

I don't remember much else about Max. Almost like a movie, my memory just cuts to him literally getting the shit beaten out of him (he had visible shit stains when all was said and done) by a bunch of savages from another elementary school. It was about four or five of them, spitting on him, calling him things like faggot, cripple. Before Ms. Gould, the lunch monitor, could call our nameless morbidly obese forty-something female security guard on the red rotary wall phone, one of these brutes took his walker and threw it at his head as he lay pummeled, the cacophony of prepubescent hoots and hollers growing louder as Max's aluminum exoskeleton ascended and then BAM on his fucking head, except it's not professional wrestling, it's a 12 year old boy with cerebral palsy. His unbreakable flexi-glasses are twisted and unwearable and he is crying for his mommy.

Max was so badly injured, I don't recall any specifics, but I know that he had to use a wheelchair for the next year. At least two boys were expelled, one was sent to juvi. 9/11 happened the next week and Max's dad, a firefighter, was killed. He stopped coming to school and eventually had to repeat the seventh grade in Long Island where he moved. We never saw him again.

I am reminded of this because I just saw Max on Facebook, for the first time ever (he added me). I am so sad at how fat, unloved, poor and friendless he is. I want to cry and I click Reject.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#42111275)

I mean birthday parties, playdates, summer camps, playing at the park together, all of that shit... for what? For him to basically die alone at the hands of subhuman fatherless garbage. Fuck.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#43528018)

Why not accept his friendship on FB. It wouldn’t hurt anything would it?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#42111291)

was probably 17 or so and my mom did nursing home visits as part of a church thing. i went along once bc there was a young guy in a nursing home who was probably early to mid-20s or so, iirc had cerebral palsy and was bed ridden. can’t remember the circumstances behind me going but probably combo motherly guilt + reluctant willingness to do a good deed and hang out with him.

dude had an nes and i played it with him for an hour or two. he loved every second of it and just the joy of having a bro to hand out with. i remember my mother eagerly offering to take me back some weeks later and i wouldn’t do it. said id do it another time, and surely you know how that turned out. can’t remember why, typical teenage shit im sure.

story has nothing on what ur lil bro max went thru, aside from maybe the horror of spending young adult life in a home with just occasional visits from family and the good samaritans who show up from time to time. but i still feel like a monster for not going back. damn u real estate why would you do this

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#42111312)

Did the “bullying” ever get a little rapey?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#43527722)

at least you probably won't have to worry about dindus beating the (literal) shit out of him. i think i would find and beat the shit out of these teens. i'm not even a violent person, but this stokes intense rage and sadness.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#43527695)

Rather Jewish, I have to say.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4788440&forum_id=2Ã#43528343)