Thriving in an able-bodied world

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Julie lived in a world that seemed to hum along at a pace she could never quite match. Her legs wobbled like a newborn foal’s, her eyes blurred the edges of everything she tried to see, and her hands trembled as if they were caught in a perpetual breeze. Her thoughts, too, sometimes slipped through her grasp, leaving her frustrated and quiet. But Julie had a spark — a stubborn, glowing ember of determination that refused to be snuffed out by the challenges she faced.

She lived in a small town where the sidewalks were uneven, the signs too small to read, and the people too busy to notice her struggle. Just getting around was a battlefield. The others around her raced ahead, their laughter echoing as Julie lagged behind, her cane tapping a slow rhythm against the concrete. Others sighed when she asked for help, and the information they gave her were a jumble of tiny, indecipherable lines. But Julie didn’t give up. She listened harder, memorizing what she couldn’t see, piecing together her day like a puzzle with missing edges.

At home, her family worried. They padded the sharp corners of their world, but they couldn’t pad the world outside. Julie saw their furrowed brows and heard their whispered fears. She hated being their burden. So, she taught herself tricks — little rebellions against her body’s betrayals. She’d count steps to navigate rooms, hum tunes to steady her shaking hands, and repeat words under her breath until they stuck in her foggy mind. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers.

College was her dream, but the campus was a fortress of inaccessibility — lectures too fast, paths too narrow, doors too heavy. Julie didn’t flinch. She recorded classes, used a magnifying app on her phone, and leaned on a battered walker she’d nicknamed “Old Reliable.” She studied twice as long as her peers, her tremors smudging her notes, her vision blurring the screen. But she passed. Then she excelled.

She found allies in unexpected places. A friend, Mrs. Carter, noticed Julie squinting at books and quietly ordered large-print editions to give her. Another fiend, Sam, started walking with her to the store, carrying her bags without making a fuss. They didn’t pity her; they saw her. With their help, Julie clawed her way through to graduation. Her hands shook as she gripped her diploma, but her smile was steady.

Her work day was full of hurdles. The building was a maze of stairs, and the city buses didn’t wait for her halting gait. Workers stared or, worse, looked away. One day, the boss suggested she “just stay home” after she’d stumbled in the hall one too many times, spilling her paperwork. The words stung, but they also lit a fire. Julie decided she’d prove them wrong — not out of spite, but because she wanted to live as fiercely as anyone else.

The world didn’t bend for Julie, so she carved her own space in it. She started a blog — raw, funny, and unflinching — about living with disabilities in a world that wasn’t built for her. People listened. Her words spread, and soon she was speaking at events, her voice trembling but strong, her cane tapping a defiant beat. Companies called, asking her to consult on accessibility. She said yes, but only if they meant it — no half-measures, no pity projects.

Julie never stopped shaking, stumbling, or squinting. Her mind still wandered off mid-thought sometimes. But she turned every obstacle into a stepping stone. The able-bodied world didn’t make life easy for her, but Julie didn’t need it to. She made her own way — slow, messy, and magnificent. And in doing so, she didn’t just survive; she redefined what it meant to thrive.

Dealing with negative people

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Everything in the world is filled with so much negativity it’s getting harder and harder to keep a positive focus. Is that even possible any more? I happen to believe it is possible and being positive is doable.

Dealing with negative people can be tricky, but I’ve got a few strategies that might help. First, I try to stay calm and not let their vibe drag me down—easier said than done, I know. Sometimes, I’ll listen to what they’re saying, not to argue, but just to get where they’re coming from. A little empathy can go a long way, even if it’s just a nod or a “yeah, that sounds rough.”

Sometimes, negativity stems from personal struggles or a deeply ingrained habit. Understanding this doesn’t excuse their behavior but can provide context. They might be going through personal issues like stress, health problems, depression, or anxiety; have a pessimistic outlook due to past experiences or upbringing; or even lack self-awareness about how their behavior affects others.

Then there’s the media and social platforms—they thrive on drama. Fear, outrage, and bad news hook us faster than feel-good stories. Algorithms know it, too, so they keep feeding us the heavy stuff. Add in the past few years of pandemics, economic wobbles, political chaos—and it’s like everyone’s got a reason to vent. People also bond over shared complaints; it’s a weird social glue.

Don’t engage in their negativity and do your best to avoid getting pulled into their negative vortex. When it’s too much, I just keep my distance where I can. If their negativity seems to stem from deeper issues like depression or anxiety, gently suggesting professional help could be beneficial. No point in soaking up someone else’s storm if it’s not my weather to handle.

Ensure you take care of your own mental health in the process. Negativity can be contagious, so counteract it with activities that boost your mood, like exercise, reading an encouraging message, singing, or engaging with positive people.

By combining understanding with strategic interaction, you can better manage your exposure to negativity while possibly helping the person see a different perspective over time. Remember, your mental health should always come first, so these strategies are also about protecting your own peace of mind.

What’s your go-to move when you’re stuck with a negativity magnet?

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There is a magnificent, beautiful, wonderful painting in front of you! It is intricate, detailed, a painstaking labor of devotion and love! The colors are like no other, they swim and leap, they trickle and embellish! And yet you choose to fixate your eyes on the small fly which has landed on it! Why do you do such a thing? ― C. JoyBell C.

An open letter – from someone living with MS

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To whom it may concern:

There is an entire world filled with people who don’t understand multiple sclerosis. I know since you don’t live with the disease yourself it is hard to comprehend, but I hope what I have to say will help open your eyes and heart to what life is really like for me…hopefully giving you insight and understanding into the life of someone living with MS.

First off, I would like to say that multiple sclerosis is real, it hurts, it is full of challenges and struggles, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, it is invisible to a majority of the population since the destruction takes place inside the body. The effects are seen in other ways as I walk, talk and go through my day with disabling symptoms, but if you were able to see inside my body, you wouldn’t judge me so quickly. My insides are a wreck and filled with chaos.

Sure, I wear a smile much of the time, but that doesn’t mean the disease isn’t there. It just means I’m doing a pretty good job at covering it up. You see the mask I wear, but let me explain what happens day in and day out. I get angry, fearful, weepy and scared. Lingering in the back of my mind is the fact that one day my future will be drastically different than it is today. You see, MS is progressive. That means that although today I may be moving around okay, tomorrow I may not. It may take a year or 20 years, but my life is changing every day.

Please know that it hurts when you so casually decide you know what’s best for me. MS has affected every part of my life, but that doesn’t mean it’s made me incapable of making decisions. Don’t exclude me from things just because you think I wouldn’t want to be a part or because you think it would be too hard for me to do. Let me make that decision. It hurts more to be left out than to give a response of “no thank you” to an invitation. I would much rather be given the option. Please don’t stop inviting me or including me even if you get a lot of “No” replies.

Another thing that really hurts is when you tell me you know how I feel. Really? You understand the fatigue that never goes away, the numbness in my body, the pain, the bladder problems, the vision struggles? I have major damage in my brain and spine causing continued chaos throughout my body, and you want to try and compare your flu symptoms to my MS? Please don’t do that. Unless you are living with MS yourself, don’t even try and tell me you know how I feel. Support me, help me, console me if that’s needed, but don’t make the assumption that you get it.

Then there’s the problem I have of you always trying to fix me as if I’m broken. I’m not broken. I’m simply living with a chronic incurable disease. That means it’s not going away unless a cure is found…and no, there isn’t a cure yet. All those supposed cures you read about online, they aren’t cures. They are either symptom management techniques, wishful thinking, or money making schemes. Nothing has been found to completely remove MS from someone’s life. Nothing aside from a miracle! So your great Aunt Sue’s cousin’s friend who was cured using a combination of bumble bees, tin foil and baking soda…I’m not interested in the recipe. Accept me for who I am. I’m thankful you care, but your remedies cause me more weariness than help.

Something else I’d like to say…for some reason you have this need to ask me if I’m feeling better every time you see me. As I’ve said before, MS is progressive so that question truly has no answer. If I express a concern that I am having due to MS or talk about a new symptoms I am facing, responding by saying “get over it” doesn’t help in any way.

I’ve always thought that to be a strange response. Get over what? Get over the pain? Get over the fear? Get over a chronic illness? What exactly am I to be getting over? How am I to get over something that I’m living with on a daily and minute-by-minute basis. It’s easy for people to come along and say “get over it” when they aren’t experiencing my challenges, but a person doesn’t just get over multiple sclerosis…they live with it.

Instead of always asking me if I’m feeling better, treat me like everyone else. There are more things to talk about in life than my having MS. I don’t want that to be the center of conversation every time we meet. I am more than my MS. I am still me and would much rather talk about gardening, traveling, architecture or the next movie coming out. Don’t ignore my struggle, but don’t make it a continual focus either.

Please know that I have my bad days and at times terrible, horrible really awful days. Getting out doesn’t make them better either. In actuality, going out has the potential of making them worse. Me doing more will not make my MS symptoms less. Yes, exercise is important, but it has to be done carefully.

That old saying “no pain, no gain” will not work for me. If I get to the point of pain, I have pushed too far and my body is going to rebel for days, if not weeks. I have to do everything carefully and with great planning. Sometimes my bad days happen within minutes of a good moment. That’s just how rebellious my body can be. So please don’t tell me I need to get out more or I just need to lose weight to feel better. That’s not the cause of my struggle and it is not the answer to my pain.

So, the next time you decide you want to judge me for my bad days, bad moods or even my bad responses to your insensitivity, keep these things in mind…

I am the same person I was before my MS diagnosis. I am intelligent, caring, full of fun, loving, ready to laugh at any given moment, and a great friend. I also have the potential to be angry, moody, and frustrated. All still part of who I am. I would like nothing more than for MS to be cured, but as of today that reality doesn’t exist. Please don’t look at my disability as if that’s all that I am. I am still me…MS and all. The only difference is that I need a lot more love, support, care and understanding. I would much rather have someone fighting alongside me than against me.

Signed,
An MS Warrior
(Penelope Conway, Positive Living with MS)

P.S. Please share this with your friends, family, co-workers, and neighbors. Multiple sclerosis awareness is needed all around the world.

When opinions become facts

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Knowledge can be powerful, but you can’t misinterpret a tiny glimpse of information about multiple sclerosis and then declare to the world that you know all about it… both the cause and a cure. Many people are even pushing their own products as support for their theories. It’s all a scam for get rich quackery. After all who else can make money today but the fakers and the takers.

Big pharma has been a great example. Push a product with no actual facts as a cure and people will buy it by the droves. No proof needed. Just spout off a few unapproved statistics and you’re gold… rolling in it that is.

To those online experts that talk about MS as if it’s cured I say…I wish you could live in my body for a day. You would quickly give up your degree in neurology. Oh, wait, you didn’t go to medical school. You got all your schooling from Uncle Fakealot and Dr Google. In that case, you need to fire Uncle Fakealot and even more importantly give up your university degree. 9 times out of 10 Dr. Google is WRONG.

But really, the internet isn’t what’s wrong. It’s people. We live in this weird period of time where people try to solve all of the world’s problems with bite-sized theories, unproven statistics and wacky medical solutions. Gone are the days of real knowledge. Opinions have become truth and everyone is an expert.

No one is wrong in how they go about living with MS. There are always things we could do better and new things to learn, but NEVER should we act as if we are the guru of all knowledge and wisdom regarding something as unknowable as MS and the human body, because we aren’t. Even doctors aren’t, they are all just practicing. That’s why their business is called a practice.

Don’t let anyone make you feel bad because they chose a different path than you. You be you and do what you know you need to do for yourself. You know your body better because you are the one actually living in it. Be unique, be crazy, make a mess, try new things, make mistakes, and even succeed…but most of all, hang onto the smiles around you and enjoy living.

There’s only one you and only one today, but there is a potential for lots of smiles to help you through this mess called life. Choose to find the smiles.

You’ve got this… facing difficult times with MS

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I basically lived outdoors in the summer when I was growing up. My favorite places to go were the park and the local swimming pool. Each day I would walk miles and miles and think nothing of it, after all I was an adventurer and I’m am explorer.

I would visit my friend sometimes while I was out but would dread the walk to her house. To get there, I had to cross through Mr. Rupenthal’s field. Nothing wrong with that other than the fact that he had a horse who didn’t like people much.

I don’t know how, but every time I climbed the fence to start my trip through the field, if that horse was wandering in the field, he would hear me and come charging. I always tried to be really quiet…well, as quiet as a nine-year-old can be when attempting to be sneaky. The horse would chase me to the other side of the field nipping at me as I climbed over the fence to freedom.

I was always glad once I made it through to the other side. There was a sense of accomplishment I felt. Oh, the stories I had to tell once I made it home from my adventures through Mr. Rupenthal’s field. I would tell of the fear I felt and the things I saw, but mostly of the fact that I made it through to the other side.

We go through a lot of things in life, more than just fields of mean horses. If you look back, you have stories to tell of your own adventures in life. Some of those adventures are comical, some sad, some heartbreaking…but all tell of you making it through.

It’s the same with multiple sclerosis. You may be going through a difficult time right now, but the good thing is you are going through. Think back over your life at every difficult time you have faced. You have made it through each one. I’m sure there were moments you weren’t quite sure how or even if you would make it, but here you are as someone who has made it through.

Each person’s story is unique. Each one is filled with adventures and explorations of going through something. Oh, the fear you’ve faced, the uncertainty of whether you would see tomorrow, the scrapes and bruises you’ve experienced along the way, and the tears. The pain that follows is indescribable, misunderstood, and unpredictable.

Last week I went to bed early and woke up a few hours later confused, disoriented, weak and my whole body was trembling. I didn’t even have enough energy to sit up and transfer to my power chair so I could get a drink of water from the kitchen. It was a scary moment for me. I have had tremors that are bad but none that bad. I swallowed a few pills that help me with tremors but did it without a drink. They all went down okay, I tried to rest in hopes that I would wake up stronger. Thankfully I did fall back asleep and woke up with just minimal tremors! That’s a win for me. I make it.

You will get to the other side of the difficult times that you are in right now, and when you do, just think of the stories you will have to tell.  You’re an MS warrior going through…I like the sound of that. You are someone in motion, doing something even if it’s just waiting for the chaos to subside (which is doing something), but regardless you are going through…and tomorrow will be a new day filled with new possibilities. Pause and take a deep breath. You got this.

Multiple sclerosis tried to break me

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Have you ever gone to the beach and taken time to truly examine the seashells that wash onto the beach? Some people are avid shell hunters and spend countless hours searching for the perfect ones. They are looking for beautiful coloration and formation. They don’t even contemplate collecting the broken ones, after all who wants a broken shell sitting on their coffee table?

But then you have people like me who enjoy going to the beach and stumbling across incredible little treasures along the shore. I pick up each shell that stands out to me as the waters ebb and flow over the sand. Some of the shells at first glance look like a perfect creation, yet once I bend down to pick them up, I find them to be a broken treasure instead. Those are my favorite kind and the ones I place in my pocket to take home.

I have a bowl full of broken shells that I have proudly displayed for anyone who comes over to see. Some of those shells are beautiful pieces that could be made into an exquisite piece of jewelry, but most of them are fragile and broken from years of life in rough waters. Some have lost their vibrant color, others have lost their outward beauty, and still others have allowed deposits from the ocean environment to leave a lasting mark on their surface. Each one is broken and yet each one is amazingly beautiful.

Just like those shells, some say that I’m broken. They look at me – at my past mistakes, burdens, heartaches, and even at the fact that I’m living with multiple sclerosis – and all they see are my cracks, scars and the shattered fragments of my life. But the most amazing thing happens when you hold me up to the light. Not only will you see my imperfections, but you will also see what makes me beautiful.

I admit that sometimes it takes everything I’ve got to simply get out of bed in the morning. Many times I don’t want to get up. I wake up before dawn and all the “stuff” I have to do, along with what I haven’t done and the problems that await me, comes crashing down and all I want to do is stay in bed and hide under the covers.

I take a deep breath and gather the strength I need and roll out of bed, sometimes even crawl, to start my day. It’s because of being broken that I am who I am…a battle weary warrior who has overcome much with unimaginable strength, determination and a refusal to give up.

You have cracks, scars and broken areas of your life too. The ups and downs you have experienced are real. Just because you are imperfect and living with a chronic disease doesn’t mean you are worthless. Each one of those things makes you uniquely you. You are not broken…you are a beautiful example of how someone can push through all the junk life throws their way and rise above it shinning brightly. You are not broken…you are beautifully YOU… scars, imperfections, wounds, bruises, cracks, and all.

I lost my brain

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Today I was jolted awake with the thought, “Oh, no…what day is it?” It was a sudden thought. One that I didn’t have time to fully process. My brain just couldn’t seem to work things out on its own. It was as if someone had poured sticky, gooey, hot molasses all over it. At least molasses would have been a valid excuse for the sluggishness I’m experiencing. Having an MS brain isn’t as easily explained.

On days like today when my brain just doesn’t seem to be able to process one single thought properly, I find myself working extra hard to make up for it. I pause while I’m talking to help as I’m searching for the right words to say, I take notes to help keep me on track, I even defer to others so they can finish what I’m trying to say. It’s amazing how extremely exhausting all that is. Thinking to think is hard work.

This morning, I can’t even do that much. This morning is an “I lost my brain” kind of morning.

I can only imagine the person who accidentally stumbles across this weird looking blob called my brain lying somewhere between the mailbox and the bathroom. It’s this strange looking creature full of scars and holes. None of which helps me out. They actually hinder everything I do.

Will they even know what they have found? I hope my brain returns soon because as of right now…all I can do is simply roll over and go back to bed.

I think my brain ran away because it was having to work too many hours and decided it needed a vacation. I wish it would have let me in on its plan though because I would have loved a vacation right about now. Anyone up for a trip to the caribbean?

Computer failures are a lot like multiple sclerosis

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Have you ever had one of those days where everything seemed to start off going great but then things shifted and everything went wrong? Where the unexpected happened more than once and you hadn’t even gotten out of bed yet? Those days can be frustrating, irritating and make you want to scream. I’ve been there more times than I can count.

That’s kind of how I feel when my laptop starts acting up. It doesn’t happen often, but I have had times when my computer has failed me. I’m a fix-it-myself kind of person. A techie geek who thrives on having a well running computer. I will visit online forums reading from people who know more than me in order to resolve a problem.

One time I had a person reply to me on a message board, “Since you’re getting that error, you need to do this and this.” So, I did this and this, but it didn’t work. Then someone said, “No, you need to click that and change this.” So I clicked that and changed this but that didn’t work either.

I attempted suggestion after suggestion with still nothing fixing my problem so I ended up doing what we all do, I went to the experts. When I brought my computer in to get it checked out even their diagnostic programs were unable to pinpoint the problem. Their answer, “We need to replace the logic board.” (That’s just a fancy word for the board inside the computer that handles all the communication processes.)

Computer failures are a lot like multiple sclerosis. You may have difficulty with spasticity in your legs and someone will say, “You need to take potassium. That’s what I do and it worked great.” You buy some to try and you become disappointed because it doesn’t help for you.

Then someone says, “No, you need to change how you do this and do that instead.” So you do what they suggest and still no change. Then someone else comes along and says, “No, no, no, they are all wrong. You need to eat this and take this other thing.” So you do it…and again no change.

So many solutions for just one problem, yet because we are all unique and we all have a different internal wiring system, what works for one person may not work for another.

The biggest thing I would like for people to understand, both those who live with MS and those who don’t, is that every person’s internal “logic board” may connect all the same parts together, but somewhere deep inside where no one can see, there’s a malfunction in those of us living with MS that has disrupted the communication between our brain and our body.

Sometimes a simple tweak or adjustment here or there does the trick and we are up and at em’ going strong once again. But sometimes the “logic board” has failed to the point that no one, not even the experts, can pinpoint where the failure is taking place.

It would be amazing if we could simply replace our body’s internal “logic board,” but we only have one so we have to take care of the one we have as best we can. My response to the barrage of fixes and solutions people push my way…”Thank you for your suggestions, but I know my body and am doing what I believe is right for me.”

Everyone wants MS to be cured, especially those of us living with it day in and day out. How about instead of pushing the latest craze or fix, we chose to love each other and simply be there to support a persons decision in how they believe their MS should be managed. Giving someone a hug or holding their hand is so much more comforting than pushing internet solutions and unfounded cures or fixes at them.

When everything around you seems to be falling apart, know that you are not crazy or alone. There are others feeling the same way. Do what you believe is right for you to do and don’t get discouraged by all the nay sayers, experts and trendies. Always remember this one thing: Even though your body has failed you, you are not a failure. You are an amazing, strong and resilient MS warrior. You got this!

Multiple Sclerosis makes simple things, complicated

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There are times I wish everyone would just go away and leave me alone so I can clear my head and distance myself from all the drama, arguments and chaos in the world; to find such a place where I can cry as much as I need and let out a scream or two from time to time—even if only for 5 minutes. Now that would be amazing.

It’s not always easy finding that perfect spot. The place where no one else is hanging around to judge you for simply being you. For me, that place just so happens to be in my shower. Somehow I’m able to have my own little pity party in the solitude of the bathroom away from the world as water gushes down my face. It just seems easier to think and cry in the shower. I have washed many tears down the drain in my lifetime.

Lately though, showers haven’t been so freeing. This may sound weird to some of you, but much of the skin on my face, arms and legs has become so hypersensitive that even water hitting me from the shower head hurts. And when I say hurts…I mean HURTS!

I’ve been pointing the shower head to the side wall and filling a large cup with water to rinse the shampoo out of my hair. It makes bathing a bit more complicated, but if I don’t want to smell like a skunk, I change and adapt.

It seems multiple sclerosis is good at making simple things, complicated. Who would have guessed that clipping your fingernails could become a near impossibility to accomplish by yourself? Or that things like signing a check, picking up the mail, vacuuming, getting dressed, or even brushing your teeth require more time, energy and help than ever before?

I never really thought about doing those things in the past. I just did them without realizing how much I was truly taking for granted. But today, many things have become a challenge for me to complete. It’s as if each day, as I pull back the covers to get out of bed, I start my ascend to the top of Mount Everest. I don’t always make it to the top as the day comes to a close, but I press on anyway.

Multiple sclerosis is the disease that keeps on giving and taking away. But regardless, I refuse to let it limit or define me.

REMEMBER: You have this terrible, pesky disease called multiple sclerosis and it’s trying to take over your body, but you are not MS. You are an amazingly courageous person that can still love, dream, laugh, and hope for a better tomorrow.

Understanding my journey with Multiple Sclerosis

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I wear shoes most days. Although I still prefer my barefoot moments, but protecting my feet is way more important these days especially since I don’t have much feeling in them anymore.

Today, my everyday shoes are nice and clean, but that’s only because I don’t actually walk in them anymore. I just wear them as I wheel myself about in my powerchair. They keep me from stubbing my toes or banging my feet into the walls which happens quite often. I actually broke my big toe running into my work station in the garage where I keep all my tools. My hand was tired steering my chair and it seemed to have a mind of its own. Then… B A M.

When I was walking, my everyday shoes were a bit worn and scuffed. I had been many places with them on my feet. If they could talk they would tell of traveling around the world, going to the theatre, spending time with friends, out shopping and visiting beautiful landmarks. I felt unstoppable and on top of the world.

They would also tell of the day I went to the doctors office for tests because I was having a hard time walking, seeing and feeling parts of my face and body. That day was a day of tears, but not the good kind of tears. It was a day I wish I didn’t have to go through, but my shoes were with me and walked me down those sterile hallways at the hospital. They saw my pain and felt my discomfort as a diagnosis of multiple sclerosis was made. If only they could talk.

No one has ever walked in my shoes. I doubt they could fit in them even if they tried. I think my shoes are a little like Cinderella’s… you know, how out of everybody in the kingdom, no one had a foot her size or could fit into her lost shoe. It’s amazing how not even one person could wear her shoe. It was unique to her.

I’ve heard it said that you can’t know someone until you’ve walked a mile in their shoes. People like to throw out opinions of how I should live my life, but in actuality, they don’t know my journey. They haven’t lived my story. When you’ve lived my life only then can you judge me.

Don’t let someone judge your pain or your response to the difficulties in life while standing in their own shoes, not once putting them aside to walk in yours first. They can’t know your pain, sorrow, happiness, joy, depression, heartache, doubts, fears, and laughter. They can’ know your life if they aren’t walking in your shoes. Some people can’t handle the truth let alone tell it. Don’t judge me until you take a hard look in a mirror at yourself. Hopefully it doesn’t break. (Grin)

And besides I gave most of my shoes away when I discovered I could no longer wear them. My high heels… gone. Flip-flops… gone. Even my favorite tennis shoes… gone. All because I needed an AFO brace to help me walk on my own. That journey alone was heartbreaking.

We each have our own journey and our own shoes to wear. When you put your shoes on today, remember how far you’ve come and the miles you’ve been. Each scuff mark is a story of trying. Each smudge is a part of not giving up. Your journey isn’t over… it’s only just begun. So, let’s go forward Warriors.