day twenty one: lessons learned from a pair of glasses

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I have always called myself Evil Knievel in a wheelchair,I tried to prove in September of last year.There is a blog post about it if you want the full story  My glasses went flying, miraculously when we found them  they  were not damaged, which is more than I can say for myself.  I bought those glasses a year and a half before the accident so this was not their first go around with abuse at my hands, though perhaps it was the most traumatic.  Almost six months later I’m still wearing them. When I bought these glasses I bought them for what might seem like a silly reason.  The earpieces are decorated with amber colored rivet type things, which are pretty close to the color of my best friends birthstone.  I spent hours looking for just the right pair and just as I was about to give up I found them.I have learned a lot from these unique frames.  No matter how bent, broken, or abused you might feel  you can almost always come back stronger.   I broke my legs and my cart but I still have my horse and he has the biggest heart I have ever seen in such a little horse.  I believe in him more than I believe in any human being on the planet, save one.  Together we can and will achieve great things.  I will not lay down  and die just because life takes a swing at me and happens to connect.  That is the lesson I learned from my glasses. I feel obliged to point out that the glasses in the picture are not mine.  Mine are much cooler

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