I must warn as I type this, whilst experiencing big distractions. As well as having my coffee, ready to be drunk by the side of my computer, there are of course chocolates to be had (amaretti and coffee flavour, mmmmm). I also have football commentary calling in the background (Chelski v Man Utd).
So, as usual, i warn you of the possible lack of comprehension.
I used my mobile to make notes for this post, when i thought of them earlier in the week. I had a strange (but not unusual) greeting yesterday, from a man on the high street. I was moving along Victoria Road, perfectly fine, as usual, minding my own business, when i got greeted by an older man who then sent me a wish, "may God bless you".
Now hmmmm.
He'd got me. I briefly thanked him, went on, puzzled. Now, obviously all the best was meant, but i carried on puzzled. Surprised, i tried to analyse the statement. I am not religious, so we fall at the first hurdle. Anyway, suppose I was, I would need to thank god for allowing me to survive my accident, keeping or retaining my mental state, and maintaining my friends. So I feel that asking for any more would just be greedy!
Essentially, I was stunned, annoyed that i get separated out from the public for being in a wheelchair. All the best was meant, so no hard feelings, but why me? I feel like I deserve receiving that message just as much as the next person, but then, he could be a secret mad axe murderer, I don't know .
Also amongst my notes is "Rehabilitation is not a destination, it is a lifelong journey. So, essentially, I must pick my best route and select my finest steed."
Now, I sound theological and extreme, but hopefully you understand. I have spent my time since my accident, and will continue, trying to accept, understand and learn that I am incredibly fortunate to be on a journey. A lifelong journey, on which the only progressive direction, is to improve in every way. When I remember back into hospital life, I realise how much has changed in my lifestyle in a relatively short period of my life. As long as i keep on doing what I'm doing, the sun will be brighter (the same mentality as I needed between hairpins 3 - 6 of climbing Alpe D'Huez). I know how incredibly lucky I am to be on a journey in the right direction, as I know that not all people are this fortunate, journeying perhaps on a scary downhill, or just along a flatland facing constant miserable crosswinds, whatever direction.
Hmmm, I use a lot of cycling analogies, hopefully you catch my drift. Actually, I also thank cycling for providing me experience of handling a wheeled machine over various terrain, cambers etc
So, as usual, i warn you of the possible lack of comprehension.
I used my mobile to make notes for this post, when i thought of them earlier in the week. I had a strange (but not unusual) greeting yesterday, from a man on the high street. I was moving along Victoria Road, perfectly fine, as usual, minding my own business, when i got greeted by an older man who then sent me a wish, "may God bless you".
Now hmmmm.
He'd got me. I briefly thanked him, went on, puzzled. Now, obviously all the best was meant, but i carried on puzzled. Surprised, i tried to analyse the statement. I am not religious, so we fall at the first hurdle. Anyway, suppose I was, I would need to thank god for allowing me to survive my accident, keeping or retaining my mental state, and maintaining my friends. So I feel that asking for any more would just be greedy!
Essentially, I was stunned, annoyed that i get separated out from the public for being in a wheelchair. All the best was meant, so no hard feelings, but why me? I feel like I deserve receiving that message just as much as the next person, but then, he could be a secret mad axe murderer, I don't know .
Also amongst my notes is "Rehabilitation is not a destination, it is a lifelong journey. So, essentially, I must pick my best route and select my finest steed."
Now, I sound theological and extreme, but hopefully you understand. I have spent my time since my accident, and will continue, trying to accept, understand and learn that I am incredibly fortunate to be on a journey. A lifelong journey, on which the only progressive direction, is to improve in every way. When I remember back into hospital life, I realise how much has changed in my lifestyle in a relatively short period of my life. As long as i keep on doing what I'm doing, the sun will be brighter (the same mentality as I needed between hairpins 3 - 6 of climbing Alpe D'Huez). I know how incredibly lucky I am to be on a journey in the right direction, as I know that not all people are this fortunate, journeying perhaps on a scary downhill, or just along a flatland facing constant miserable crosswinds, whatever direction.
Hmmm, I use a lot of cycling analogies, hopefully you catch my drift. Actually, I also thank cycling for providing me experience of handling a wheeled machine over various terrain, cambers etc
thank you for sharing this, looking forward to reading next one soon:-)
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