Yes, I think. I am going to live life as if everything is rigged in my favor.
It seems like a perfect plan.
My road came to an unexpected halt on November 9, 2010.
That morning, I was bicycling to work when a garbage truck turned across a city bike lane. I was in that bike lane.
A team of trauma surgeons saved my life, but they had to amputate my left leg. My body and life were forever changed.
The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.
As I learned to walk again, I measured my recovery in steps and then miles. Over time that journey grew into something more -- a way of being in the world, wherever I go.
I am a person of ability and disability. I travel in the space between. These are my postcards.
Yes, I think. I am going to live life as if everything is rigged in my favor.
It seems like a perfect plan.
Mile Marker 8825:
When you think of unbound happiness, what comes to mind?
And how do you get there - especially in a global pandemic?
Mile Marker 8755:
What would you do if you weren't afraid?
Long before this pandemic - and even before Mile 1 -- there was a day I decided to opt outside.
(Of my comfort zone.)