I’ve said before that I tend to think of myself as retired rather than disabled. Rather than sit around the house and beat myself up emotionally because I’m in no condition to hold a job, I simply enjoy the fact that I’m no longer one of those people who has to get up at too-early o’clock, find a work shirt there and a pair of Carhartt work pants here so I can be away from my family for most of the day doing something I’d probably rather not do.
Instead, when the four-year old comes up to me and says, “I want you to play on the Wii with me”, I can enjoy her while she’s young, before she turns into a teenager who thinks her daddy is from another planet, where they swallow young girls whole for breakfast.
In spite of the heart trouble and the arthritis, I don’t think I’d trade my life for anything.
Life if good. Yes, its true