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I was sitting beside the entrance to a shop. It was a warm sunny place I chose to stop. My mind was busy with thoughts and plans. My senses filled with sights, and the soft flutter of waving fans. Then a voice said that I must move. I had no choice, it said with a shove. The sun, replaced by bitter pain, the knowlege of loss was back again. The happy moment was lost to me, and from that gloom I could not break free. Till a friend came and saw the one inside this thing called Parkinsons. So, before a chair with wheels you move, take care. Be aware of the person sitting there. For though the feelings don't always show a careless push may cause tears to flow.