When you start to age and your body begins to break down your spirit strengthens or you falter. It was a short five years ago I skied and biked and skateboarded; all fairly well for a 60 year old man. Now I walk with ankle braces and have drop foot and extreme muscle weakness in my trunk and legs. But, I am getting stronger each day. I've found that one's trajectory is as important as the path chosen. Even though I am approaching old age since I see myself as recovering from illness and therefore striving for new physical feats each day, in many ways, just to prove to myself I am not yet in decline (how foolish I know). So I rise each morning, thank God that I am alive and slowly put each foot in front of the other concentrating balancing upright as you see I can not walk with my eyes closed due to neurological damage in my feet and legs. But, walk I must as I believe our body (and soul) have an innate need to move.
#As a disabled person I can strongly relate almost to the point of tears to the true grit shown by British writer Hanif Kureishi who was physically stricken and confined to hospital bed quite suddenly recently. I have marveled as his writing. Such honesty.
#From The Kureishi Chronicles
#My last few blogs, I’ve been told, have been gloomy, if not outright sad. But from the start, I have tried to keep this journal as honest as I can, writing down exactly how I feel. When I first began to write, as a disturbed and semi-delinquent teenager, I believed there were people outside of my bedroom and the suburbs – at least one person – who would recognise or understand me
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