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The World is Sad

I have been procrastinating. It’s raining outside and I’m a little tired. I thought maybe I would just post something about the animals I’ve shared my life with over the years. And then I thought maybe something from my childhood. I love my memories and I’m so pleased I still have them. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Today is a sad day in the world.

I do not understand hatred between people. I hate beats. (Apologies to those who love them.) I hate bigotry and racism. I hate intolerance and condescension. Why are they so prevalent everywhere you look? We have people inciting hatred for no apparent reason. Perhaps they are a little different than you or I. Maybe it’s because they live in a different country. These are not good reasons!

We all have so much in common. Every single person on this planet bleeds the same colour. We all laugh and cry and feel pain. We may speak different languages, look different and even have different customs but we all have the capacity to love and to hate. Why would we fan the embers of the negative over the positive?

We are all brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, parents and children. We are one race: the human race. We need to stop hating and start caring for each other, for those who are less fortunate and for those who are different. ‘Different’ doesn’t mean bad any more than ‘food’ means pizza. There are all different kinds of people in the world and working together is how we will become the best version of ourselves.

I want to live in a world where people like each other. I’m not asking for love. That comes from a deeper place. I’ll settle for ‘like’. People are killing other people for reasons that don’t make sense. Perhaps that is the point. Our world doesn’t make sense! Some days I wanted it to stop, just stop. And yet that would be defeatism. We have to work at it. I have to work at. We all have to find the courage to stand up and fight for the truth and for each other. We are not alone in this world. And whether or not we want to admit it, we need each other.

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What exactly is independence?

I often hear people talking about the need to be ‘independent’. What does that mean to you? According to Webster’s dictionary: “ Independent is to be free from the influence, control, or determination of another, relying only on one’s self or one’s own abilities and judgments; a person who is self-sufficient in thinking and action”. I submit to you that no one is truly independent. In this very small world of ours we all depend on each other for our very survival. Our actual independence is merely how we approach each day and each situation that we encounter. If we are capable of acting and reacting on our own initiative then we can truly say we are independent.

Independence is a frame of mind as much as it is a physical manifestation. Challenges may be different for each of us but we all face them. Now for a moment place yourself in a wheelchair.

 

Do you ever feel as if you should apologize for being in a wheelchair? Why? What have you done that is wrong? Okay, if you purposely drove over someone’s foot you should apologize. That is actually considered a bad thing. Unless of course they were being a jerk . . no, that still is not a good enough excuse. Running over toes in a wheelchair is not considered polite.

I sometimes feel that I should apologize for taking up space in a hallway or on a sidewalk, but I don’t. I may joke with the people around me about running over their feet but it is just to ease any concerns. I know there are those who think all people with disabilities are the same. But we are just as varied and as individual as able-bodied people are. I know there is some fear or concern about saying the wrong thing and offending people with disabilities. I almost feel it is my duty to alleviate that concern. In a perfect world people would judge me as a person first and disregard the wheelchair. I just take my front row seat with me wherever I go. In many ways I am pushy. I refuse to allow people to treat me like a cripple. Perhaps that is a lesson for everyone. If you act like a victim you will become a victim. I may have a disability but I am not crippled.

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Independence

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What exactly is independence?

I often hear people talking about the need to be ‘independent’. What does that mean to you? According to Webster’s dictionary: “ Independent is to be free from the influence, control, or determination of another, relying only on one’s self or one’s own abilities and judgments; a person who is self-sufficient in thinking and action”. I submit to you that no one is truly independent. In this very small world of ours we all depend on each other for our very survival. Our actual independence is merely how we approach each day and each situation that we encounter. If we are capable of acting and reacting on our own initiative then we can truly say we are independent.

Independence is a frame of mind as much as it is a physical manifestation. Challenges may be different for each of us but we all face them. Now for a moment place yourself in a wheelchair.

Do you ever feel as if you should apologize for being in a wheelchair? Why? What have you done that is wrong? Okay, if you purposely drove over someone’s foot you should apologize. That is actually considered a bad thing. Unless of course they were being a jerk . . no, that still is not a good enough excuse. Running over toes in a wheelchair is not considered polite.

I sometimes feel that I should apologize for taking up space in a hallway or on a sidewalk, but I don’t. I may joke with the people around me about running over their feet but it is just to ease any concerns. I know there are those who think all people with disabilities are the same. But we are just as varied and as individual as able-bodied people are. I know there is some fear or concern about saying the wrong thing and offending people with disabilities. I almost feel it is my duty to alleviate that concern. In a perfect world people would judge me as a person first and disregard the wheelchair. I just take my front row seat with me wherever I go. In many ways I am pushy. I refuse to allow people to treat me like a cripple. Perhaps that is a lesson for everyone. If you act like a victim you will become a victim. I may have a disability but I am not crippled.

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HOW THE WORLD HAS TRAVELLED

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HOW THE WORLD HAS TRAVELLED

I GUESS ONE KNOWS NOT HOW

BUT TIME HAS BEEN THE KEEPER

AS WE’VE GROWN FROM THEN TO NOW

THE JOURNEY IS THE THING THEY SAY

FROM WHICH WE LEARN THE MOST

I GUESS THAT’S TRUE I DO NOT KNOW

OUR WORLD FROM COAST TO COAST

BUT NOW WE HAVE A DUTY

A PRECIOUS CHARGE TO SAVE

OUR WORLD IS OUR MOST CHERISHED JEWEL

THE TASK AT HAND IS GRAVE

PEOPLE OF THE WORLD UNITE

OUR FOE IS NEAR AT HAND

WE HAVE THE POWER WITHIN OUR REACH

TO SAVE THIS PRECIOUS LAND

THE BEAUTY OF OUR EARTH IS DEAR

AND SO WE RAISE OUR VOICE

THE CARNAGE OF THIS WORLD MUST END

TOGETHER, WE WILL MAKE THAT CHOICE.

I am one of them

There are approximately 7,121,329,380 people in the world, and I am one of them. Nearly 3,523,843,881 people on earth are women, and I’m one of them.  Less than 2% of the human population are natural redheads, and I am one of them.  Roughly 90% of the women in the world are right-handed.  I am one of them.  Approximately 35,000,000 people live in Canada and I’m one of them. More than 2.1 million people in the world are affected by MS.  I am one of them.

The reason I have taken the time to show you these statistics is because people need to understand that they are part of a group.  We are not alone.  There are actually billions of us in this great big beautiful boat we call the earth and we need to take care of it.  We spend so much time arguing over our differences that we forget to look at our similarities.  Every single person on this earth has the same colour blood I do.  We all need air to breathe and food to eat.  We all feel pain, anger, dismay and love.  We have children, we have hobbies, we have nightmares and we have dreams.  We are living longer than we did 100 years ago but I’m not sure that we are living better.  Our cultures are different, our aspirations are different and our languages are different.  But don’t you think we have more in common than we do differences?  As a species we started in the same place.  We all struggled out of the primordial sludge and over the years we developed a brain, a thought process and an attitude.  We need to put it to good use.

There is something else I want to point out.  Of the more than 7 billion people in the world there is only one me.  I am unique.  I am an original.  I am special, in exactly the same way that you are special.  Never ever again in the history of our species will you, or I, ever exist again.  Now don’t you feel significant?