In the end, I very politely told him to blow it out his ass.
Direction that Doesn’t Direct Us
I see an insidious cycle. We’re all taught to divide populations, but later, we’re taught that it’s wrong to do so. Hmmmmmm …
Using Faith
As I grow older and weaker and less chipper, I OFTEN get angry with God. The funny thing about faith is it just won’t go away, no matter how hard I try, because the harder I try, the more I’m believing.
Defined by Defiance
Good = bad + time
I wrote this little nugget at about age 13. And here I am at age 47 proving it!
Good Enough
This simple poem expresses the adequacy of limiting abilities. In reality though, the situation surrounding a physical disability does not always suffice. It just plain sucks! But the poem also suggests that ‘getting outside of ourselves’ helps us; helping others brings our strengths to light, where we can see our own worth most prominently.
Victors Among Difficulties
I listened to the evangelist’s sermon attentively and respectfully even as she implied that ‘the devil had taken me away,’ and that if I only had more faith, I could be unbroken, untainted by the demons of physical limitation. This was nothing new, the encounter or the oratory, so I was prepared. I could speak her language. So I started to tell her about my favorite motto from the apostle Paul in the Book of Acts, that his weakness had made his strength. She listened to me intently too, but only ended up scowling at me. “Paul who?” she demanded.
The Value of Nothing
“Don’t just do something–stand there!” –anonymous
Reality-check for Us Wheelies
I doubt that frantic people caught in a fire situation are going to stop and hold the door for wheelchair users. It is and has to be a fend-for-yourself situation.
Sideways Communication
I wish there was a solution to the problem. Probably it is within me.
Medicare’s for People with Disabilities Too
A small chunk of the pie is still a chunk of pie.
Shattering the Memory Myth
Anyway, I wanted to shatter the myth that all head-injured people have memory problems, because I have heard it said; and I wanted to set the record straight. It may be safe to say most, but even so, the degree can vary so much.
Blown Away by Talent
“I may have the fancy degree in English,” I have told my friend Eddie a couple of times, “but you, my dear, have natural talent. I think we’re equals in the writing arena, for sure.”
A Different World
I dream, for hearing-impaired and speech-impaired communicators alike, of a world where teletype machines and cell phone texting and Yahoo Instant Messenger reign as commonplace.
Texting
The complement that my friend Joel has given me from day one is that I express myself so well in my writing. Hmmm. Thanks, dude, for introducing me to the medium that allows me to do that on the telephone!
Dormant Hope
At age 14 (1980), I was evaluated for teflon injections into my vocal cords. But that’s when it was found out that I do have slight movement in my left vocal cord (and full movement in my right). This disqualified me 35 years ago. And by 2014,teflon was rarely used because it too often causes inflammation. But injections of Radiesse voice gel into the Adam’s Apple or Cymetra from processed cadaver skin are commonly-used temporary fixes today. There are also more portable voice amplifiers on the market today.