It has been a time of physical disabling, but alsof spritual awakening. In the light of so many praying and hoping around me, I am touched that I do not suffer my pain alone.
Thanks to you all who have encouraged me, strengthened me, or just watched over me. I continue to struggle, a one-armed man, an oddity in a world of able-bodies. I now notice the disabled more, and smile as we share a moment of recognition, and battle on.
Small gestures make life more than merely bearable. The sandwich-lady who cut my sandwich in small quarters, the casier who felt outraged enough to tell me to sue my doctor, my sister who washes the dishes and brings me my pills…and so many others, make life absolutely glorious.
Indeed, His strength is made perfect in my weakness. And my weaknesses are many.

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