He was tall and very large with big hands that could wrap around a watermelon. He was very awkward and would often say things to himself while walking back and forth in place. It was in these special moments that he would be thinking. He would think in public or in private seeing things and having ideas that no one in the world had ever seen or heard. I was a youn boy when I first met him. He ws walking back and forth in his driveway mumbling to himself. I walked up and asked him what he was doing and he told me stories and ideas beyond my imagination. He truly saw things no onelse could see. My parents frowned upon me seeing him but despite that I would still go to hear him think. As the years went by my friend was slowly mad fun of and viewed more and more as a freak. I saw people throw things at him, curse him, and accuse him of the worst things. The thinking man was hit with everything imaginable but still he thought. My friend never stopped thinking. He would try to talk to others but, they could never understand him when he did so that only made them stay away. He would still despite all the eyes and a ll the shouts spend his days thinking away. In time even I grew tired of his thinkin unable to understand what he was doing I grew tired and eventually left him all alone, even then he continued to think. The thinking man never stopped doing what he loved, but this does not mean he was an ghost to us. He probably did more for the world then most will ever now. He came up with ideas for hospitals, universities, and governments. He gave inspiration to those who lacked the imagination to solve problems otherwise. He gave to the world despite all that world took from him.I would later discovery from the diary he kept in his house he would cry when no one was looking covering his ears from the neagtivity of the world. The thinking man thought and thought every day of his life. He never asked to be known, he never asked to be appreciated, he only wanted to think, and he did. The Thinking man died dreming with close to no praise, but I stand here to praise you my freed march on with your awkward ways for you gave more to me and to the world then presidents, soldiers,scientist, teachers, and doctors. You gave us all the gift of dreams and that is what I will always remember about The Thinking Man march on my friend.

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Please Dream Sweet Dreams