A man running up mountains of fire with lungs full of smoke. The last thing he heard was the devil's voice laughing.

I sit in a canvas room with daggers pointed at my throat. They're all out to get me, all out to snuff me. I feel so much hate inside that it hurts to laugh. Happiness gives me headaches. I feel the tremors in my fist and I can't stand to see them watching, conniving, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce, but I'll be ready.

I worked with developmentally disabled adults, off and on, for shy of a decade.  During an orientation, the administrator said, "'It takes a real special person to do this job.'  Who here has heard that one before?"  Several of us raised our hands.  She went on to explain that the phrase has two meanings.  The first, obvious one is the surface meani