When life filled with pain
seem to struggle in vain
and I fear all of this is just loss

I'm reminded again
survived though lost best laid plans
because driven I look at that cross

Sure the balance is real
not some accident field
where the victims lay about, stricken, lost

So much taken away
wanted just a good day
to be ME, not statistic, not some detritus, dross

Then a plan realized
plan from somewhere, not mine
yes, this life had much value shared oft

So became counselor here
sharing helps, some came near
being challenged found new work and were OFF

Taking talent possessed
spirits lofted, oh yes,
and they all found career, everyone

So, was my turn again
and I lifted the pen
made connections, restored, cobwebs lost

Wanted still to be ME
and in faith looked to HE
who brings HOPE, found that path, no more lost

Yes, my personal tale
and sure others might pale
as they wonder, can I hold to the thought

Life is blessed, yes and more
though 'tis different, come chores
still beyond strength in history caught

So my hands not so strong
and my labors take long
yet the thrill of it helps me along

A new path through this life
love of family, friends, and wife
I am ME, blessed by faith now aloft.


Just a bit of a personal take on journeys we all take. This is.....well.....mine...so I use a wheelchair or a cane, and sometimes take steps unaided. Used to out stride any, and I mean ANY, who tried to walk with me, let alone those who tried to keep up on a mountain bike. This is no longer me. But 'cha know what? The makeup of the individual who resides in this sack of skin is really what it is all about........

Thus, I try..... and you know what? Others who know of my story and the effort made to do what I now can muster are HAPPY to see me in the thick of it again..... SO, MD, naysayers have no place in your skin for they do not have any part of you. You know you. Those who CARE and are around you will think all the better of you that you give so much in spite of your challenges. AND, that glow you receive in your heart accomplishing something which seems worth your while, well, that is a Blessing. Savor it. Roll it around in there and enjoy it. It is yours, wherever it may originate, and it may just originate with a beautiful pucker from your wife as you tenderly kiss. Be Blessed.

Yup,