Bill of Ill,
I have the sig line that expresses what you wrote below. It's this:
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an
attractive, well preserved body–but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in
one hand, wine in the other, body used up, totally worn out and screaming "WOO
HOO what a ride!"
Bill
C6 Incomplete since 7/20/68
Age 57
Leesburg, FL
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good
with ketchup.
----- Original Message -----
From: Dr. William E. Heft
To: QUAD LIST
Sent: Friday, January 18, 2008 7:00 PM
Subject: Re: [QUAD-L] Re: Our Relationship With Others
Hi Billy. Bill of Il.here. I share your sentiments and emotions. I too,
lived my life as you do, dead from the neck on down, but my brain never quit
working. Unfortunately, as you say, some insinuate that we must be as equality
retarded as we are handicapped.
I understand that blind people often experience something similar to this
same event. Seems that when individuals learned the person was blind, they
immediately began talking much louder and had to be told, "Hey, this person is
blind, not deaf."
Example. At one point, when I was 60 years old, I was told that I had only
24 hours to live, and that there was no hope for me because the tumor had
crushed my spinal cord to the thickness of a ribbon. Those were the words of
my neurosurgeon, a great and wonderful doctor.
After surviving the removal of the tumor, I was told that I was lucky to be
alive, but that I would live as a vegetable for the remaining time that I
remained alive. I spent months lying in bed, not being able to turn over or to
even feed myself.
I remember lying in bed, doing the only thing I could do on my own, and that
was to watch life go by. When I tired of that, I would yell and someone would
turn me away from the window. The longer I lay there, the more determined I
became to make an effort to change my situation, if only in the slightest way.
So slowly I began to fight back against this thing that tries to destroy us.
I remember the first time I tried to sit up. Someone had to hold me in a
sitting position or else I would fall off the bed. It took several months, but
I finally reached the point where I was able to sit up unaided. What a great
feeling it was to experience that feeling of freedom.
We have all been robbed of our lives and dreams and aspirations by an enemy
we never knew. We didn't ask for this life, so why should I give this enemy
every last once of victory. Every time I learn to do something that was taken
from me, I win back an once of freedom. I take back what has been taken from
me. Like Billy stated, I am not brain dead, and I have an awful lot of time to
think as long as I am sitting there, so I began to outsmart the enemy and
figure out ways to succeed in the simple tasks.
One day after a lot of work I actually buttoned one button on my shirt. Yes,
in a matter of seconds my PC person could have done it, but that person (as
wonderful as they are) will never experience the sweet feeling of that success.
I never, never belittled anyone for trying to help us. These were
embellishment written by someone else writing on the list. The analogy was
given about an elderly lady crossing a street. Should we sit idly by and watch
her struggle, or should we run up to her and announce that we are going to help
her cross the street. We do neither.
We first approach and ask her or him if they would like any help. This
satisfy's the human urge to help those in need, but remember, we can only
respond to the elderly lady's response. If she says why yes, thank you, we
then her. but if she says, no thank you, I want to attempt this crossing on
my own, we can only capitulate and watch her cross the street. No one is
demeaning those who are care givers, but if any of you were to come up to me
and ask me if you could do assist me with somethingBill o I was trying to do, I
would simply tell you not at the moment, thank you, I want to fail first.
Today, as I write, after 6 years of trying, I can walk a little bit on my
own, even though I was told that I would never be able to walk unassisted. I
am not through declaring war on the enemy, and will continue to do so until the
last hour before I die, which time is always near. When I do check out, I plan
to do so with a smile on my face, because I gave that enemy(whoever that might
be) the best fight I was able to bring to the battlefield, given the condition
I am in.
Bill of Il.
