It does plague my thoughts.
Three years ago, my knees, which have always given me a little trouble, basically gave up on the notion of carrying around my weight and allowing me to be a normal “stroller.”
I considered my plight.
I could go to a doctor and check out knee replacements or treatments. Honestly, this would lay me up for several months and take me away from a mission which I feel compelled to pursue with, may I say, some sense of urgency.
So although I’m still able to get around to some degree, for any distance I utilize a wheel chair.
This was difficult for me. All my life I’ve been busy, active, traveling around the country sharing my talents. I didn’t like the sensation of being weak.
But worse than my feelings about the issue was my fear that I was limiting my impact because of the visual of my impairment. It bothered the hell out of me, and honestly, to some degree still does.
When do we cease to be powerful, disappointing in our delivery?
In other words, am I asking people to look past my fragility to accept my viability?
For after all, politics is attenuated by lies, religion is attenuated by intolerance and youthfulness is attenuated by foolishness.
When are we diluting ourselves, and therefore ending up deluded?
I’m not sure.
But as the weeks passed, I realized that in a strange sense, people admired me for continuing through the struggle.
Honestly, it’s not that big a deal.
But as long as it doesn’t attenuate my heart and soul … I guess I’ll just keep rolling along.
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