It’s all about moving forward, and sometimes, (ironically)
that includes moving backward.
The first time I cried from the loss of my father to the
time I felt nauseated, sitting there, learning of a disability I had. I did not
realize then what I know now, I was on a ladder jostling the rungs, or on a
mountain trying to find my footing.
Do senseless, sad, upsetting things happen in our lives for
various reasons so that we can learn from the experiences? Does tragedy and
heartache really make people stronger? I’m not so certain.
But like with everything in life, there is a choice. Fall
and stay there, or fall and get back up.
Learn; hope; take steps.
Just like I chose to walk a certain path after learning
about my injury.
The way that a young boy decided to push aside the pain and
attempt to walk with the help of some devices.
That when faced with injury that took away words, my mom
made a choice and battled with learning how to talk all over again at the age
of fifty-nine.
The young girl who decided stigma was just a six letter word
and that she would not be ashamed or scared of living a life with HIV.
The way that guy born with no fingers or feet made it known that all he really needed was a heart.
Whether it is three steps forward and one step back, or
eight steps forward a hop skip and a jump, or a turn sideways and fourteen
steps ahead. Just like us, all steps to be taken are different. But one thing
does remain the same, the best way to go about it, to deal with any issue, is
one step at a time.
Find a friend and enlist some support.
Do it on your own.
One foot forward.
No pressure.
Take the step.
