Do the little things that make you happy it really makes a big difference– that’s my message to the world.
It’s 12 : 30 PM on day 2610 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, read Psalm 85:8, and promote my 50 New Feet Campaign benefiting MiracleFeet – A HUGE thanks to the Jindalee Foundation who donated $100 yesterday which brings the total raised to $4 488 only $8 012 more to raise by June 17, 2018 to help 50 kids with clubfoot.
Today in the middle of doing everything I just stopped to stare at our Jacaranda tree full of purple flowers and in that moment I was reminded that though there is immense pain in this world there is also immense beauty. If you look around and can’t find the beauty in life then be the beauty in life by showing up and being kinder than necessary.
It’s 12: 00 PM on day 1819 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to pray, read Luke 9, publish my Disability of the Day feature, have breakfast, learn one new thing – Garrulous [gar·ru·lous] adj. Excessively talkative, especially on trivial matters. “A garrulous reprimand.”– and promote my Educate Generations campaign – $4 710 raised so far (thanks so much guys I’m so grateful 🙂 ).
A while ago I read stars can’t shine without darkness and I read it again today it is so true we as people avoid pain and seek pleasure but anybody who has come through any sort of darkness will tell you that instead of trying to manoeuvre around pain and darkness you should go through it because it is in the darkness that we shine the brightest.
When you use your struggles to help others pain turns into purpose – that’s what I keep learning 🙂
It’s 3 : 24 PM on day 965 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, feed myself sweet potatoes with yogurt for breakfast, publish my Disability of the Day feature, publish my Kid of the Week feature, pray, read Numbers 18, practice typing with both hands and practice sitting up straight to strengthen my core muscles.
Today I woke up to read this question from Anchel Krishna who blogs at Today’s ParentWhat does it feel like? Specifically I am wondering does it ever feel frustrating because your mind is telling your body or body part to take a specific action but your body just won’t cooperate? Or does it feel differently than that? to which I replied in part yes it’s hugely frustrating you move to do something but somewhere along the line it’s like your brain misinterprets your message. it’s great that I can speak for kids who are in the same position I was in growing up it makes me feel like there’s a purpose for me having Cerebral Palsy. Have you turned your pain into purpose?
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You cannot be your mother’s confidant – that’s what I learned today 🙁
It’s 9: 36 PM on day 215 of my journey towards independence and I’ve managed to brush my teeth, feed myself a bread and jam sandwich for breakfast, , make sandwiches for the people in our housekeeper’s neighborhood (if you have no idea what I am talking about refer to ‘Day 184’) – it was a nightmare we had to make 6 loafs because 3 wasn’t enough I ended up crying out of frustration which was embarrassing to say the least hopefully it won’t be like this next week:) – tweet about my Clean Water For All Campaign for a few hours – no luck today – feed myself rice and curry for lunch, watch TV and watch She’s Out Of My League starring Jay Baruchel, Alice Eve, T.J. Miller on DVD – it was about learning to believe that you deserve the best in life and although the storyline was really sweet the raunchiness of it all ruined the movie.
Sitting at the dining table making sandwiches my mom looked at me and said your dad left me in the rain and told me to go into the hospital with someone else – they were meant to go visit this kid who had been in a scooter accident together – he looked at me and said who would go anywhere with you my mother continued wiping her tears with the inside of her palm and in that moment I suppressed the urge to wring my father’s neck and attempted to soothe my mother but after an hour of hearing her whine I was reaching the end of my rope and blurted out either get a divorce or shut up not because I liked or even loved my father but because I didn’t have the strength to carry my pain as well as hers. Do you burden your children with your problems?