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I know that sooner or later I must write this all down. He is
growing up, my first memories of the boy are less certain now, the
details grow hazy every passing day. This morning, as I lay back
in the pillows I decided to begin. The story that follows is based
upon what I have discovered myself, from what Rafael has told me,
and from what can be reasonably supposed about his life before I
came to know him. The story is a long one, it’s a story that is sad
but one which needs to be told. Too many people don’t understand,
or don’t want to understand. This morning I picked up a writing pad
and began to write. This is the story of another way to live, of a
boy who discovered that he could play in the major leagues. Most
of the names of people, the clinic, and the institution where
Rafael lived have been changed, though the protection I have given
them is undeserved in all but one case.
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