Disabled Like Me

When I was very young, I traveled to a small island and met someone who was disabled like me. I remember standing at a home which had a long staircase. I was terrified of falling, so I stood very still. A lady came out with her disabled daughter; the daughter did not speak.

I wanted to speak to the daughter so badly, but I soon learned that this young lady had a taken a bad fall down steps and ever since then, she hadn’t been the same carefree girl. I felt awful. My stomach turned in knots. I hope that the lady I met so long ago and so far away, is fine now with a loving family of her own.

I knew how the young lady felt because all of my young life people looked at me with sorrow and tears swarming, while I stood minding my own business. I know how to live now with joy overflowing because I know that life is not easy for anyone—disabled, or not. My hope is for all of you, no matter what circumstance you are given, you keep on living with hope and strength. You can overcome anything in life.

Was there ever a time where you met someone you felt like you could relate to because of a disability? Who was that person, and how did that affect how you live life today? I would love to hear your story.

8 thoughts on “Disabled Like Me”

  1. Thank you @tamikagrant for your article. It sounds like the woman and her daughter definitely made an impact on you. There are many people in my life whom I met briefly, but who had a deep impact on me. Its nice to be able to connect with others, even if they are so far away.

  2. Yeah Sarah, tbat’s how I felt too. It came to me late one night and of course being a writer I knew I should definetly share it with all of you.

  3. Oh my gosh, James your comment came up late some how. I wrote my message down this morning and yours wasn’t there!
    Let me talk with Ron and Scott and see if we can fix a glitch somehow.

  4. My grandfather was almost completely deaf. During his early 30’s, he started losing his hearing. His twin brother, my great uncle, too, started to lose his hearing in his late 30’s – by the time both of them reached their early to mid 40’s, they were almost both completely deaf.

    My grandfather had a wonderful disposition – every day was a blessing. He spent two days a week riding a riding lawnmower mowing his huge yard in a little village. I loved his yard, and most of all – his outlook on life. He loved to fish, duck hunt, go mushrooming (for morels) – life was a beautiful experience for him. Being hearing impaired as a little kid, watching him, I was like – hey, if he can do it – I certainly can do it!

    My grandfather has been gone for decades – and here I am – in my mid-40’s – and my hearing is precariously on the edge of where I am able to be a functioning member of society, so to speak. I’ve lost about 10% of my hearing in the past 4 years – so the inevitable is approaching.

    The key here is that I’m not afraid. I’ll be sad, to some extent, when I can’t hear, but I won’t be depressed or anything like that…

    So I just keep my head up and smile because life is a beautiful thing, and a blessing to be a part of…


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