Category: Writers Block
I can’t truly say that I feel the pain of the paralyzed.
However, I can truly say that I would do anything to help heal a wounded heart.
Not being able to move or control your body is one of the scariestthings known to me.
When I witness people trapped in these chairs created to travel,
it takes my breath away and stops my heart.
Just knowing that there is a power as strong as a person living with everyday stillness is an overwhelming inspiration to me.
And should be to us all!
What can be done to let them walk again?
What I wouldn’t give to see them rise and stand.
Maybe one day an unnatural cure will come.
Maybe one day the disadvantage will be conquered.
The growing confusion between happy and sad,
bad and good,
continues to react back and forth in the minds of the committed victims.
So if the partying isn’t enough,
if the drugs and alcohol aren’t enough,
shouldn’t a paralyzed body set an example?
this writing gives one to think
in some respects
I should be given to think
... of those back years ago
who in life entombed
within those cyclitrical type of..
..containers held
when Polio
gave some
to be trapped,
almost locked
L O C K E D
Locked away..
for lenghts of time
that only some
should phantom be.. ..equited ~
Faraaz, if you mean literal paralysis, this writing makes me remember a good friend of mine from college. If not, then I'm going off on a tange,t but oh well.
My friend was paralyzed from the neck down due to a car accident when she was 16. And yet, she didn't let it stop her. Her being in college was proof of that. She was in an electric wheelchair, and had to have nurses aides come in every day to help her shower, dress, and to perform physical therapy to help the muscles she could no longer use stay in some kind of shape. She had to be fed every time she ate, cuz she couldn't raise her arms to her mouth. Her friends helped with that part. I remember helping her with that: I'd place one hand on her chin to guide me, and feed with the other. We often did things for each other that the other could not do alone. If I needed something read to me, she'd do it. If she needed something moved, I'd do it for her.
She had some slight movement in her fingers, and it allowed her to control the buttons on her chair. The technology was amazing. She had a control pannel with various modes. With it, she could control her TV, her music, and her telephone, which of course was always on speaker. The technology helped her immensely. I can't even imagine what paralyzed people would have done before our age of modern tech. With that finger movement, she would write her college papers on her own, literally using the hunt and peck method of typing. I heard how slow it was for her, and many of us offered to type for her, but she wouldn't have it, despite the time it took her.
But one thing it couldn't stop was her lack of getting ready alone. One morning I woke up to her yelling for help. I rushed into the room, fearing some huge medical issue, but as it turned out, her nurse aid had not showed up to help with her morning routine. She couldn't do anything but lay there, and hope her voice carried enough for someone to come help her. It nearly made me break down in tears. I couldn't remotely imagine being trapped in my own body like that. In the end, we used a baby monitor. ONe part was put in her room, the speaker part in the room of one of the RA's, so that she would not have to shout if that occurred again.
She seemed to take it all in stride. I only saw her cry about it once. What she told me is that you either deal with the cards life hands you, or fold, as in killing yourself. Since she wanted to live, she had to deal with her situation. She called Christopher Reeve a whiner, so focused on a cure for his condition that he wasn't really living his life. She would not have said no to a cure, but nor would she put her life on hold till one was found. I admired that more than I can say.
She was absolutely amazing to me, and a huge inspiration. I did not tell her so, however. I hear that all the time from sighted people, and I get so tired of it. I know she does too, because she said so once, so I refrained for echoing that which I'd heard so many times myself. I simply lived with my blindness as she did with her paralysis. But, in my midn and heart, she was an inspiration.
Anyway, there you have it. If I took your writing to literally, I apologize. Smile.
you didn't take it too litterally. thats exactly what i meant. we should take inspiration from these people and revear them. we take stuff for granted like this, just imagine being in that position. anyway just my thaughts on a topic. lol people should go on about there business and ignore my rambleings.
No, they shouldn't, because you make good points.
Faraz, you actually do make some pretty good points, and Alicia, I have a friend with a slightly similar situation to yours, and she is pretty much the same way you say your friend is; she doesn't put her life on hold just to find a cure of any sort, and she definitely doesn't let her paralysis stop her from living her life. She often gets aggravated when people ask her questions like "How can you stand not being able to move around like that?", as well as most visually impaired people like myself do when asked how we can stand to live the way we have to. Hell, she told me once that someone actually asked her if she ever had thoughts of suicide due to her disability. I'm not sure what her reaction to that question was, but I myself couldn't imagine how I would react to a question like that. That being said, I whole heartedly agree with what the two of you have said...