Living With A Disability

Two days ago I was visiting a person who has a disability similar to mine and is living in a nursing home. She followed a medical approach to her problem while I took a spiritual approach, possibly accounting for the difference in outcome. She commented that she "drools and farts". I chuckled and she asked why and I replied "because I drool and fart". The fact is that I am disabled and I accept that as a fact of my life which I do not like but "is". Tonight, with muscular difficulty and very slowly I raked up leaves from our back deck — I was proud of myself! Shortly after that I made a mess by spilling vinegar during the making of dinner and then noted the difficulty I was having getting food to my mouth while eating. I take delight in what I can do and find some amusement in my "challenges". I also frequently marvel at the speed and coordination of others.