Changing Moment

From an old post you learnt that I engage with disability professionals daily as a career. Many are the stories of individuals that struggle with simple tasks which "normal" people take for granted. A home visit this week (unannounced) moved my humanity (again). When I told him that I liked his room, he smiled so broadly and we got hooked up. With a labored voice and stiff movement from his hand, we talked. All I could do was reassure him.

I drove home wondering how many shattered lives there could be. If I took a sample of ten, how many could be grateful for anything. We like to complain, whine, use offensive language, etc etc. Picture this: You are in college, a vibrant youth with a bright future ahead of you. An athlete; macho. One day while driving from school you are involved in a car accident. You suffer brain injury and lose sensory motor skills. You can't communicate effectively. You have to be placed in a supervised residential setting. Someone has to be there to assist you in everything.

Be grateful please!