September 28, 2011

Colleges don’t give out degrees and publishers don’t publish books for nothing.  So why do my achievements go unrecognized?

The Gymnast

September 28, 2011

The slender blonde gymnast stood before the balance beam

With her arms raised up waiting for her turn

In a swift movement she leapt onto the beam

The gymnast cartwheeled across to the other end

She twisted before somersaulting back across

The gymnast then gracefully strided back to the opposite end

She turned before taking a deep breath

Then the gymnast performed a triple backflip

Her body soared through the air like a perfect spiral

She landed perfectly on her feet

The gymnast raised her arms to the crowd

The audience gave her a standing ovation

She took a bow.

My Friend Amber

September 28, 2011

A couple of years ago, I saw a TV news reporter interviewing a disabled Gulf War veteran.  He had lost his legs and arms.  The reporter asked him who was his inspiration.  The veteran glanced at a beautiful brunette young woman standing beside him. “My fiance,” he said.  It reminded me of my best friend, Amber.  She knows the good and bad side of me.  I can tell her anything like my mom becoming forgetful or my dreams. Amber can kick me when I’m down and keep me grounded when I needed it.  I wouldn’t know what to do without her in my life. I dearly love her.  But she’s a nut.

Buried In The Rubble

September 28, 2011

The care attendant looked at the client in the electric wheelchair waiting for the elevator to open.  People had left out of the towers.  Walls started to crumble and the floor buckled.  “I’m staying here with you.  I’m not going to leave you here alone.” The disabled person yelled, “No, you go.  I am okay.  You go now.” At that moment the floor gave away burying the care attendant and the wheelchair bound person in the rubble.  They were found huddled together weeks later in the ashes and the tangled steel.

The Unsung Heroes Of 9/11

September 28, 2011

Screaming people ran passed people in electric wheelchairs waiting to get on to elevators.  Several minutes passed after the hallways emptied.  Walls started to crumble and fall down.  Then the floors started to collapse burying disabled people in the rubble. Several weeks later dead disabled bodies would be found in the tangled mess.  But their stories are rarely told by the news media unlike the other heroes of 9-11.

I Have Become Something

September 28, 2011

I always feel that I should be heading back to school at  this time of the year.  But then I realize that I have a career because I went to school.  I will always cherish my college years, but it’s in the past.  I am a real author now not a student.  That’s why people go to college to become something and I have.

The hardest part about being a severely disabled adult is being
alone. My mother falls asleep during the evening hours, leaving me alone to
watch ball games on television. I haven’t seen my cousin for two years now. We
used to go out to sporting events together. The last time I saw my sister was
March. It hurts being alone most of the time. But that’s a writer’s life and
the life of the severely physically disabled.

Cherishing A Rare Star

September 28, 2011

Through darkness a distant star twinkled despite being rarely seen by most.  But those who witness the star’s brightness came to cherish it.