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tally disabled. The only outward sign that anything may be wrong is the tremor in his hands, a side effect of the three tablets of novain and five lithium pills he must take daily, he says.

The medication keeps Robert from having to return to the hospital - the medication and Laurel House.

“The first time I came up here, it had no tables, no chairs. It had just opened,” he said of the psycho-social center which sits on a rise next door to Culpeper Hospital. “But I could see right then and there that it was going to amount to something, so I wanted to become a member.

“It gives me something to do. Without Laurel House, I’d be wound up in myself. I might get out of bed in the morning to have a cup of coffee and listen to the radio, or I might not. I’d get fidgety. My mind would wander, and I could get into trouble.

“Coming to Laurel House is like going to work. You make friends. You have a daily routine. We’re instructed, watched over, fed, evaluated, and protected. We learn - I’m learning typing - and we all have a good time. It’s a home away from home.”

For two and a half months Robert walked five miles to and from the club house. But with the onset of winter, the effort proved too much for him, so he quit the club. But as soon as the vans started running, Robert rejoined. He rides the vans to and from the club house, and they take him to his janitorial job he’s so proud to have found - and held.

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