Saturday, April 01, 2006

Life without legs


I had a quote given to me (source unknown, I suspect to protect the innocent) that sums up opportunities available to the limb challenged. It reads:

"You'd be surprised how many girls are turned on by a prosthetic leg".

The donor of the quote has one prosthetic leg, a big smile and a lot of determination. He has youth and opportunity on his side

I have two, and a beautiful wife who sees that I have no need to explore the vagaries of the female mind. I am truly blessed because Christie chooses in no way to categorise me as "disabled" or"helpless". I am just Larry.

Life is great, and adventures abound.

2 comments:

Wise Owl said...

I wrote a poem once about "The Foot". It was amazing what character I saw within it.
I never see my wonderful husband as someone without legs. I see him as a whole person. He is full of life and full or drive. I don't see him with any challenges. He is extremely intelligent and ready to take on life with gusto. He has a great pesonality and righteous character. He is spiritual and we have solid togetherness from across long-distances. I love him and trust him completely.
One of the funny things he notices about others...when a stranger comes upon him in his wheelchair they tend to speak loud and slowly. I'm guessing that they think he has a brain problem, not a surgical experience.
Depending on his mood, he either laughs under his breath or says something like "Hello, How are you today"? This usually charm's them into good conversation or they feel ashamed of their first thought and they move quickly away from him.
I know there are some disabled persons who have other disabilities. We should all pray for the pain and suffering that they have endured. We are all brothers and sisters in the gospel.
My husband can do many marvelous things that no one would suspect he could accomplish. He has the "Let's go" attitude. Let's get it done! You should see how he runs the garbage cans out to the curb with his wheelchair. He also moves the snow off the driveway in his wheelchair.
It takes us both about an hour to get ready in the morning for our day. Yes, OK, so I have to mess with and curl my hair and put on make-up before I can go outside our home...ha ha ha. The good thing is "I can". The time is there. We work well together.
Now about that comment he made...
"...Girls are turned on by a prosthetic leg". He always has on his spiritual legs, he is only missing his temporal legs. When I massage him at night, I run my hands past his missing parts onto his spiritual lower legs. He tells me that it feels good to have the missing parts massaged.
Wouldn't you like all your parts massaged? Hummm...so would I!

Christie said...

When you grow up as cinderella, it is hard to realize your full potential. I have had such a life.

My nature is quite different than that of those I have asked for their opinion of how I come across to others.

It seems out there that men see me as a famale-cop carrying a weapon and they better take notice and not get in my way. I laugh at this.

I went to an impact training seminar, which lasted for months. during that training everyone is supposed to dress-up in the character that THEY see themselves as. I dressed up as a clown with a cazoo-whistle and danced around the group sitting on the floor, who were watching us act out our part.

Later that day, after the program, I was approached by the director and he said, I was in the wrong costume. I should have dressed up with a whip, motorcycle hat, tight waffle-nylons, short leather skirt and speaking in words saying, "I take names and kick butt". "Stand back and let me pass or you'll get what's coming to you."

Now mind you, I have been the person in the back row all my life. I was always chosen last for games. i've never been anybody's favorite. Several of the guys in my high-school would say to me, "You're really nice but you need to lose weight before I would take you out". My Peer-group would laugh at me unless I have a beauty holding onto my arm. Those remarks always led me to the chocolate "anythings" for my own self-comfort.

Yes, I was over-weight in grade school and into High School. Not that I was a two-ton-Tessie, I just wasn't looking like Betty Gable, or Marilyn Monroe. I wore a size 14 to 16 and apparently one needed to be a size 2 to 12 to be accepted as a cheer leader or a date.

I lost weight after High School and wore a size 10 dress. I became a 36-24-35 when I went out into the work force AFTER I had 3 children. I had great legs and my mother taught me how to dance the can-can dance. I enjoyed life and got a big smile on my face.

Did my personality change. No, I was still a bit shy and liked sitting away from the front row of anything. I avoided going to parties. My girlfriend, Sarah spalding, got married and I went to her reception. She was beautiful, her husband was handsome. All the neighbors came up to me and told me how nice I looked. I had on a straight, hip-hugging blue dress with white bead-work all down the front. I was amazed at their comments. To my knowledge no one ever noticed me.
I felt like a worm coming out of the cacoon and becoming a beautiful butterfly. Wow! It felt good, different but real good.