I Want My Arms and Legs Back!
Sometimes I catch myself reaching for things. I even occasionally try and get up and walk every now and then. But whenever I catch myself doing that, I remember what my life was like before I became sick. Images of long nights on the soccer field, playing football with my friends at the local park and slow dancing at junior high dances rush to the front of my mind. But as I look down at the wheelchair I’m sitting in, I know that part of my life is gone.
And just like the super heroes I read about in my comic books, I too am in a fierce battle with a formidable villain. But unlike my caped counterparts, my villain isn’t some horrible evil-doer.
My arch nemesis is frustration.
It can’t be beat with x-ray vision, super strength or super speed – although, it would be cool to be Professor X. No, it takes something more important than that. If you want to conquer frustration, all it takes is a little patience and perseverance.
You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to just shout, “I want my arms and legs back!” I am constantly reminded of all the things I am unable to do on my own and it makes me wish I wasn’t in a wheelchair. But I know that feeling sorry for myself and giving up isn’t going to help me walk again. So instead of being frustrated, I am fighting back.
Not with super powers, but with my own indomitable will. All it takes is a little persistence and resolve. All it takes for me to succeed is to try.
And for now, good has triumphed over this evil.
