Ramblings on my paraversary


New Converse were at the top of my Christmas wish list this year. Whilst my white ones remain pristine (remember they seldom even touch the ground), the blue ones are my absolute favorites. They are sun-faded and worn on the inside. I’ll pair the old ones with my old jeans!

Twenty-four years ago tomorrow came the dramatic words about never walking again – except they weren’t dramatic. In a room that I remember as quiet and private, the doctor simply explained. We talked of progress and wheelchairs and adapting as we go.

Change and adapt have been the bywords over the 24 years, and I see no end to that. We have moved, made new friends, helped some people, and have been helped by many we’ve met along the trail.

My world has been expanded so much after something that seemed so terrible. In the last few years there has been a tendency for people who have varying disabilities to become friends and work together for our common goals. Let’s keep that going.

Thanks to every one of you for your friendship, your support, and your kindness. Not just to me, but to each other. Another year will make a quarter century of living on wheels. I wonder what “adapt” will mean this year. I’ll let you know. Thank you again.

Picture: George’s feet in new blue and white Converse All-Star’s, loosely laced. They are on the footrest of his wheelchair. The pavement is brick.

10 thoughts on “Ramblings on my paraversary

  1. What a lifestyle change those words were for you, for anyone! I, of course, am not with you day in and day out…but it sure seems to me that you have adapted to your new lifestyle in such a positive way. I’m sure it’s difficult, especially in the beginning, to have to accept that, but your sense of humor was not lost, your kindness was not lost, your thoughtfulness, creativity, appreciation, and so much more were not lost. Your ability to walk was lost but not your ability to be that beacon that others need and aspire too! You are such an inspiration George!! Love the new blue Converse sneaks too!! 🙂

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      1. You’re most welcome. And then you won’t be able to get that big head thru the door? Lol…
        Thanks George, I’m so happy that we are friends and if I, in some way, help…that makes me feel wonderful! 🙂

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  2. Hey George what’s with the fashion post? We need to feature you on Bold Blind Beauty. Love Converse and you wear them well. I’ve been so blessed to have met and befriended you. As a fellow warrior, I am so encouraged by you. Seeing you zipping around in your new set of wheels always makes me smile. Happy New Year to you and Sandy and thank you for your friendship.

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  3. Steph, thank you so much, and the feeling is indeed mutual. I need to PM you, but give me some time to rest and get caught up. Fashion? My office was amongst the first to embrace truly designer eyewear, and I just happen to like fashion. It speaks of ourselves, and it shows that we respect the people around us enough to put forth the effort.
    It has been fun being an Ambassador for the Whill, Model M.


  4. Those of us with seemingly overwhelming obstacles in our lives, seem to develop a spirit that just won’t quit. You are one of them, George. Love your sneaks! Even though my sneaks touch the ground, I try to keep them clean. Happy New Year! 🎉🎉🎉

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    1. Thank you. Maybe I’ll post a picture of my usual shoes. Same shoes only faded and oh so soft.
      I read something from a fellow para that echoes what you said. A friend asked “how do you do it?” The reply, “I wasn’t given a choice.”

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