ABSTRACT
Protection specialist, I need you. I don’t need you to keep back paparazzi. I don’t need you to stop possible incoming bullets. I don’t need you to rescue me from a kidnapper.
I need you to stop me from hurting you, the people around me, and myself. I need you to protect me from a disease called neurosarcoidosis that causes me to have seizure activity resulting in violent and escape behavior. I need you to be physically fit and know restraining techniques. I need you to have an exorbitant amount of patience, understanding, and compassion. I need YOU to be MY protection specialist.
