protecting or hurting?

i'm convinced he doesn't see to protect himself.
convinced.

funny......it's not protecting yourself.
it's hurting yourself.
but we just don't know sometimes, do we???

his speech is slurred. hard to understand a lot
of times.

his son has trouble reading his intentions as
there's a lotta baggage between them.

i could understand a lot of the words and i could
see a lot of the intentions.

sometimes they were good.
sometimes they weren't.
but i could see the differences.

i pointed out a couple of things to the doctors
and a few things to his son.

by the end he was callin' me his interpreter.
and yet he was confused as to why i could do that.
'i don't know why she undersands me.'

it was the end when he said that. towards the end.
we were gettin' close to sayin' goodbye.

i looked over at him when he said that. he wasn't
looking at me. he was looking at his son.

he appreciated me understanding him.
how ironic was that.
i stood there wondering who he understood.
he could appreciate being understood, could
he offer that to anyone in return.

no.
i don't think he could.
and why??

because somehow he was trying to protect himself.

he didn't know how much he was giving up for that
illusion......

how much do we all give up in protecting ourselves?

more for me to ponder......