Forgive my injecting a serious note on a hockey board , and this is just for whoever is interested in the illness, but my younger brother suffers , and I mean suffers from schizophrenia. His case is fairly severe and without the wonderful anti-psychotics, he would be hearing voices and terrified. Such people are amongst the most timid on earth. He is also mildly ######ed and only five feet tall, one of the 'Clowns of God". He is a person who has no bag of tricks and charms to dazzle us; no wealth or great talent, no animal charisma. He has a great heart.
He is in my eyes a great , great man; a man who God has given majesty; the grace to stand up and reach out his hand to others and to get up each day to a world of limited returns. And rise he does every day; sometimes with worries and fears and with no hope of exceptional excitement and interest forthcomign.
I pale into insignificance beside this giant of a man who ever day lifts his burden on to his shoulders; a burden that repels and frightens lesser men like me. He is a sign the divine foolishness to me for his life quietly but certainly pronounces that the last shall be first. This clown of God allows me the insight to occasionally not take my peoccupations too seriously. I salute my brother Geof, a great, great man.