We have to rise above bad fortune. We have to be in the good and enjoy the good, study and work and adventure and friendship and community and love.
My cane is now of me. I want it by my side. And I always will, even if one strange day I no longer need its support.
I am not the paraplegic seated permanently in his chair or the able-bodied person on her feet. Identity for a hemiplegic is a shifty thing.
Writing has always helped me to make sense of difficult things.
What makes most of us who we are most of all is not our minds and not our bodies and not what happens to us, but how we respond to what happens to us.
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