Since I was a boy there have been any number of people I would've
traded places in a heartbeat. In my twenties I wanted to trade places with an
acquaintance I knew who had the world by the tail. Several years later disaster
struck. He was permanently paralyzed in an accident and his life
fell apart--(at least until he learned new coping skills; I never
learned how far he got).
I kept on slugging my way through the underbrush and brambles. It was a hard path
that taught me to appreciate life's agonies and joys equally. Over
time, I learned to trust in my own strength of will;
I gained a sure-footedness, however
metaphorically, that has endured throughout the years.
Scarred with pains and pleasures, we unfold to the Light... .
Early one evening, I sat content and comfy in my wheelchair, feet splayed before
the fireplace, hypnotized as flames danced and leapt, disappearing
into the void. Grateful for the brilliance of the autumn day, being satisfied after a
nice meal, I took small sips of espresso from the cup cradled in
my left palm.
Wife and baby daughter cuddled on the sofa nearby. I inhaled the memories of this
day and recent others; got lost in the richness and wonder of it
all. Life was good and I grateful.