I've been injured since 1990, Monday 1:45am. I will celebrate my 50th B - day this Thursday. I can accept the responsibility of honesty with the gentle grace of understanding also. Amazing how I've learned to forgive from the smallest to the world, other people after all this Q stuff. Myself and the shooter probably being the smallest but, the first and hardest to forgive. After that, forgiveness came easier to me for hopefully all others.
Someone left me for dead which I really should be. Not afraid to pass along, but knowing that this is not going to be one of those things just meant to happen. I know more than anything that I could give up when I first heard those words quadriplegic or paralyzed while yet unconscious but aware my first three days in ICU. The indignation that someone wanted to take something of mine, that being my life, could had been anything., This I think kept me awake and when safe to fall asleep. Often I can be with my service dog thinking of the people responsible in bring her to me. I've met people I am sure not to have never under other circumstances get to know or pass by.. In my 40 years ambulatory, I had never met anyone in a wheelchair. It just never came up. Here, on this list, and near every other day I see, maybe meet some of the greatest people I could. At least some of the most interesting. Some people still can be the most annoying to be around. Not to get me wrong, sometimes I actually say alone out loud, "this Quadriplegic moment sucks". I still have not forgotten, at least to myself that I would accept it all over again given life. You Have To Love It, Merrill
