Deciding to experience an abundant life allows for the fewest regrets in the end
posted on October 1, 2011 - 12:33pm
Many years ago, when the physician said that my son Joe, who had type 1 spinal muscular atrophy, perhaps would live until 2 years old, I went into “Rambo mode,” ready to attack anything that got close enough to harm him.
But as the years went by and Joe’s health held stable, I silently vowed I would do my best to allow him to live outside the sterile little bubble I had created around him.
Which are you? “The Good Cripple” or “The Bad Cripple”? Among some disabled advocates, we’re being asked to decide our “archetype” in a way that resembles the divide between the North and South during the Civil War. Perhaps we need not be so drastic.