A flea and a a fly in a flu, were imprisoned, so what could they do?
Said the fly; ‘Let us flee.’ ‘Let us fly,’ said the flea.
So, they flew through a flaw in the flu.
At 2 a.m. one morning, our son called to chant the above limerick that he’d found on the internet. If the time had been more appropriate, we might have appreciated his sense of humor more.
I can’t begin to imagine what it must be like to lose one’s sanity; something that we all take for granted. Our son, David never had a moment’s peace of mind. Those voices were excruciating and he was psychotic more often than not. I vowed to continue searching for the ‘magic cure’ that surely, must be waiting over the rainbow ?