Not Who You Think I Am


The Musings of a Digital Vagabond

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I’m not who you think I am.

I’m not weak, or stupid, or useless, or pathetic.

I’m not your burden.

I’m not blind to your looks of pity.

Or to your embarrassment.

Or your pride.

I’m not afraid of the world.

I’m not desperate for your help.

But I do appreciate it.

I’m not my wheelchair.

I’m not miserable.

At least no more than you are.

I am tired of fighting to be seen.

I am stronger than you’ll ever realize.

I am also in more pain than I can describe.

I am alone in a lot of ways.

I have learned how to handle that.

I am smart.

I can be funny.

I can be fun.

I can also be a bitch.

I am aware that I can’t change how you see me.

But that doesn’t change who I am.

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Tornado: Moore Strong


A year ago yesterday was when the tornado wiped out a lot of my town, including the hospital. This site was where they had the remembrance ceremony. I’m sure a google search will lead you to much more information than I could give here, but at the end of all the politicians speaking they broke ground for the new medical center.

I went to the event, in my powerchair of course. Broken foot and all. My kids helped me make a sign for the chair:
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I also wrote the motto of our town on my t-shirt:
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It was fun. Funny. Sad. Several people mentioned my signs, one of whom was a woman with Parkinson’s who had lost her home in the tornado. She wanted to tell me thanks, for being strong, or at least trying to be, and for showing the world. There were a lot of news organizations from around the world, many who took pictures of me and my signs. I even got interviewed by our local Fox News station. This was all great, but the reason I’m writing about it because I feel like a fraud.

You see, sometimes I have moments of strength, optimism, hope; but I feel weak now. Alone. Sad. I want to make a difference. I want to help. Show people that life’s circumstances don’t have to get you down. Unfortunately, that’s not the whole truth. Some things about life suck. Sometimes you can feel strong for a while, then you get home and realize how weak and pathetic you are. Why can’t I just feel strong all the time?

Thankfully, strength isn’t the only thing that matters. When the tornado hit, and many times since, I’ve felt incredibly weak, but maybe the weak times are when other people get a chance. To lift you up, to support and encourage; or to tear you down even more. I guess the choice is up to each individual.

Strength can be used to push someone around, or bend them to your will. It can also be used to pull someone up. I hope I make the right use of my strength when I have it. I hope you do too.

Whispers


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The Musings of a Digital Vagabond

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Do you ever lay in bed, pleading with your brain to let you sleep? The brain speaks in whispers, giving you partial thoughts and random ideas. Like the lover who never has anything to say until you’re about to fall asleep. As softly as your mind sends its pillow talk,  your body screams in agony.

Pain, demanding your attention. It is a jealous beast. There’s passion in its cries. Desperation for your focus. The obsessive, demanding lover. Trying to control your every move. Wanting to dominate,  needing submission.

You have restraints for use in this threesome. The bounds of narcotics, the blindfolds of sleep inducers; even the talkative mind can be lulled into submission with the right combination of tools. The tools therefore become the obsession. Call it addiction, or an infatuation, but devotion to to the incredible release achieved through use is a powerful aphrodisiac.

Of course all fetishes…

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