I have a titanium humerus in my right arm; a spiffy titanium and metal half-joint in my left leg, a re-built rotator cuff on the left, a variety of screws and a 4 inch nail. You’d think that would give me super-strength or the ability to open jars. When ICU and motorized beds became more familiar than my sofa I had a choice: bemoan the loss of a large portion of my left leg, be crushed and broken like my legs and innards after the car accidents and botched surgery or face life head-on and on purpose. I chose happiness so deliberately that I’m hellbent on happy.
Jars are like Fort Knox. Bionic bits should be powerful, right? The tall buildings I leap are adversity. I can walk. (no prizes for speed) I can even climb stairs slowly and kinda awkward. I play a game with my life every day: the Glad Game. I had a lot of time with starched sheets to teach myself skills, and moments between challenges to launch those skills in new businesses and exciting adventures.
Your life is full of challenges. Sometimes it feels like life is knocking you down and the count is happening too fast to pull yourself up again. You can get up. You can overcome. You have a choice too. I’ll tell you all about it!