Day 236: Owning My Life

My sister posted a YouTube link on to my Facebook today. After watching it I felt like the world’s biggest wimp and sellout. A disabled veteran of the first Gulf War who had been told that he would never walk again without forearm crutches due to damage sustained from jumping out of airplanes loses 140 pounds in 10 months and proves everybody wrong after 15 years of being overweight and alternating between using a manual wheelchair and crutches through the use of yoga. I watched him fall over and over again but eventually his balance got better and instead of walking with crutches and knee braces, he walked with a single pain and knee braces and then without the braces at all and then without the cane. Most of the video is indoors but the frames after those were shot in a part. The guy is walking, no crutches, canes, no braces in sight. He doesn’t fall, then jogging and then full out running, something he was told he would never do again.

 

Watching that video made me realize that I given up a whole lot just because I believed someone else had the right to limit my life when they thought I would never do something. No more. Today and tomorrow and the day after that I own my life.. The words can’t won’t and never don’t exist anymore, at least not within the context of things I want to accomplish. The video I saw can be found here.

Just because I can’t do it today, doesn’t man I’m not going to be able to do it someday,

Thank you.

Day 49: my routine and I and why our relationship is strained

What is the first thing you do in the morning?

The above statement can be found in the prompt section of the web site for National Blog Posting Month.  In case anyone is interested they publish a new prompt every day Monday through Friday.  This happens to be the prompt for Wednesday.  The first thing I do every morning is probably something a lot of people do, I pet  my dog.  Every morning Gideon places his front paws on my mattress and pops his head up over the edge like a jack in the box, always with a smile on his face.  This is not the part of my routine that I would wish changed, it’s everything after that.  I can’t just get up and get on with my day, instead I must tolerate the necessity of someone first pulling me into a sitting position and then transferring me my electric wheelchair, not to mention the indignity of being dressed like a dull, though thankfully I can choose my own clothing.If I wished to change the piece of furniture on which I’m sitting I must once again be physically lifted out of my wheelchair and to the desired piece of furniture.  The whole thing becomes very exasperating to everyone involved very quickly so I usually stay in my wheelchair most of the time.  Even in the short time I have had himI have learned to appreciate Gideon and his happy Jack in the box routine every morning very much.  It is by far the best part of my day.

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“for 72 hourrs I’m more than just a damn chair……………

I’m a pretty woman………………

THANK YOU”

(in case you can’t read the text)