Wednesday, November 22, 2006

How crazy?!

Howt crazy is post is about being thankful. Here's my list, not in any order: friends (too many to mention by name), Emily, family and soon to be family (Joe), my faith (there's no other way I'd be here without it), the time I got to spend with my father before he passed away, all the traveling I've done (looking fwd to a lot more), the folks in the parking garage, Murle (I said I'd mention him by name in a post), (staying connected with friends and re-connecting with others, my website and blog (an outlet to post my thoughts), Dr. Hope (you treated me when others didn't know what to do), all the nurses and therapists at MarianJoy (you taught me how to live at a wheelchair level), the ability to live in a wheelchair for awhile (I feel like a better, stronger person for going through this). Ok, I've lost steem here, I'm sure there's many more though. This holiday season I challenge you to think about all the things you're thankful for. It did my heart well to do so, I'm sure it will do the same for you. Happy Thanksgiving!

Monday, November 20, 2006


Last night I was watching tv with Emily in our living room. Out of nowhere I got this overwhelming feeling of being tired of being in the wheelchair. Up until this point I knew the chair was a necessity for me to get around and I was fine with that. Maybe because we've been standing (no braces, just the walker) everyday now, it's a freeing feeling. In fact I'd say I'm addicted to it. We get up at 4am everyday and I'm standing by 4:30am. It's such a good feeling to be up on my feet, every chance we get I'm wanting to stand. Now I'm sure Kim's boot camp at work will be focusing more on the walking now. Everytime I get up I ask God is today the day. I always imagine myself walking, kind of like Forrest Gump. Starting out slow and then into an all out sprint. Recently, while laying in bed at home I've had these near out of body experiences. I get up out of bed and walk into the kitchen of our apartment, where Emily's been. Yesterday, I had it happen again, but this time Emily exclaimed, "you're walking, you're walking!" To me it was just what was supposed to be, I got up and walked.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Ode to the Parking Garage

O the parking garage
Where everyone knows my name
Not just a place for the car
But a place for conversation

When I was sick
They sent a card
Prayers and good thoughts went up
Not to the top floor, but to God above

In the attendants and guards I found
Not just watchmen, but friends
When I was down
They put a smile on my face

Staying in the chair is not an option
Pushing me to not just walk, but run is their goal
When my brain seemed unused
Ideas and thoughts they used to stretch my mind

O how I wish everyone had a parking garage
But wait they do
It may not be where you park your car
But where you get coffee, lunch, or go to church

Make yourself friendly
And there you’ll find a friend
Open your mouth and speak
And they will speak back

To everyone in my parking garage, thanks for being a friend!

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Tomorrow is my girlfriend Emily's birthday and here I am thinking about how great it is to have a day to celebrate her. We met over a year ago and fast became friends and then started dating. When we first met I was on my scooter. I never thought I would meet such a woman while being disabled. It must've been my smile!:) Just a few months after meeting is when my health took a turn for the worst. Without hesitation she stepped up to the plate and helped with everything. She'd come over after work and stayed all night and would leave for work when my mom would come for the day. Everything from feeding me to giving me a drink of water to waking every 2 hours all night to turn me side to side (staying off my bedsore). As I've progressed physically it does my heart good to let her see new things. She ghot to see me stand for the first time-she was thrilled to know I'm taller than she is. She is such a motivating factor in my daily therapy. I long for the day I can walk with her hand in hand and she doesn't need to push me. The Michael W. Smith song "Emily" is so fitting for her, the line I have as her ringtone says, "you're an angel waiting for wings, Emily." God sent me an angel in you Emily. Thanks for dealing with me, I know it's tough. And I want you to know that I love you so much!