Monday, February 19, 2018
Education part deux
Disability makes you vigilant. It makes you dot every I. It makes you cross every T. It makes you hesitant. I wish I knew that my physical disability would cause me more mental anguish. The physical discomfort I learned to handle, the pain in my heart, not so much. I wish a lot of things, but I discuss this now because maybe it could save you some pain. Truth is the bitter pill, but once you learn to swallow it, freedom comes. I never liked what I needed. As I get older, I realize the disservice I did to myself and others. The cry of our hearts is to be loved. The world will never remember my net worth, but how I loved.