A year ago on November 8th I started this blog. I started it to get practice writing, and the topics widely varied. They are not always 100% professional, but they highlight my values and concerns, my good days, and bad-- they highlight what makes me! It was fitting that I met Luca Lazylegz Patuelli for the 2nd time on my blog anniversary. He brought his dance crew, and they shared their passion, and the stories that made them. I always find him so inspiring, and I realized that though I do not dance, or train myself vigorously to walk, I experience the same passion for writing. The power that my legs lack, is compensated for in writing. I received many messages today that my blogs were inspiring, and that means more than you will ever know! Upon reflection, I realized that I would not have such stories to share without having met the people I have. So on this blog anniversary, I would like to thank everyone for being apart of my story, and allowing me to be a part of theirs!
Karli
Thursday 8 November 2012
Friday 2 November 2012
The Lucky One
I remember telling my sister as a kid all the things I would do if Cerebral Palsy was cured. I would run, skip, jump, dance with the boy who said no before, and my biggest wish was to do Michael Jackson "Thriller" dance. I've never thought my life was that bad being glued by gravity to a chair, but sometimes, especially as a kid, it's hard not to imagine what you could or "should" be doing in your life. Even today it's hard not to get frustrated with planning around a limited worker schedule, asking someone else to wait up for you, just so you can enjoy a Friday night and make it to bed by the end of it. When it comes to the point where that's figured out, the "cool" bars are often the least accessible. My least favourite time of year is the Winter, because I essentially turn into a hermit due to the weather.
One time, when my sister and I were repeating the conversation I often fell into when down, she said she hoped I never was cured. At first I was insulted, and I didn't understand why she wanted such a thing for me. She said being cured would change me into someone unrecognizable from who I was, and today it makes more sense than it ever did. Having Cerebral Palsy has made me realize that burnouts, wheelies, and high speed, trump running, skipping, and jumping. The boy who said no, has a much more closed mind than the one who will say yes. The robot is just as cool as "Thriller". I have more brain cells and a heavier wallet than those who go out every weekend. When I do go out, any bar is "cool" as long as I'm among friends. In the winter, I have a deeper appreciation for movies, reading, and baking, and the friends who stop by to join in when they can. After so many years of thinking the able-bodied were lucky, I realize that I am the lucky one…
Karli
One time, when my sister and I were repeating the conversation I often fell into when down, she said she hoped I never was cured. At first I was insulted, and I didn't understand why she wanted such a thing for me. She said being cured would change me into someone unrecognizable from who I was, and today it makes more sense than it ever did. Having Cerebral Palsy has made me realize that burnouts, wheelies, and high speed, trump running, skipping, and jumping. The boy who said no, has a much more closed mind than the one who will say yes. The robot is just as cool as "Thriller". I have more brain cells and a heavier wallet than those who go out every weekend. When I do go out, any bar is "cool" as long as I'm among friends. In the winter, I have a deeper appreciation for movies, reading, and baking, and the friends who stop by to join in when they can. After so many years of thinking the able-bodied were lucky, I realize that I am the lucky one…
Karli
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