“It’s too soon to know.
Could be a week
could be a month
or forever!” The doctor’s said.
Glad I’m alive and yet…
“Will I ever see, or feel, be able to lift my baby again?
I hate that I can’t take care of myself” she thought.
The prospective employers did not understand nor care…
I was one of the lucky ones – rendered paralyzed, from a car accident, on one side for a year. I did lose my livelihood ( and long aspired for profession) because of discrimination which, at the time, I did not believe could be the case.
However, I can get out of bed each day, take care of my hygiene, and feel a child holding my hand. Though I have empathy for my brothers and sisters who live each day with limitations, I never would choose to back . Try it for a day and see how painful life is as a “differently-abled” often misunderstood person.
I would like to thank G-Man for weekly hosting Friday Flash Fiction. Its a great challenge to formulate and idea in 55 words.
photo courtesy L. Beaudin http://www.flickr.com/photos/khaleeka/4777100973