This Saturday morning Ian was up on his own accord with a smile much larger than a 6am clock warranted. He was headed to his job at the donut shop where he is a greeter. Ian had some place to be, a job was counting on him. He had some purpose. Since Ian’s accident he has had other purposeful stints… volunteering…
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Just Sing!
In his wheel chair parked at his same familiar spot at the corner dining room table, his head was bowed and eyes were closed. He wasn’t praying, but rather “resting.” If you asked him a question, he would answer. I came to learn that this posture, not unique to him, was just Daddy saving energy. In spite of how it…
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Are you ready?
Are you ready? This week, not un-typically, I said those three words (or they were said to me) what feels like a million times. Sometimes, one word said with the right inflection is enough to convey the same thing. “Ready?” Are you ready to go? Are you ready to play? Or Are you ready for class? Are you ready for…
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Embracing the “What is”
What Limits? I’ve never been one who has a firm grip on her limits. Like the time when I went skydiving and signed up under “has experience” because that option saved fifty bucks. Or while Ian was in an induced coma in the ICU, after being told no, I snuck extra nutrition down his feeding tube while no one was…
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Don’t miss it… His grace makes all the difference.
Wow was I unprepared. Because Becca had already visited Morrocco, she had the distinct advantage of knowing what to expect. As for me, it was baptism by fire. Indoctrination My first indoctrination happened the instant we stepped foot outside the Marrakech train station. Aggressive, in your face taxi drivers and other opportunistic help swarmed the area. The moment we looked…
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