WOO-HOO from Mile Marker 10,000!
Guess who just walked 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg??
This kid! |
I'm gonna keep this postcard short, but I didn't want it to get lost in the mail.
Long story short, I almost missed 10,000...
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.
WOO-HOO from Mile Marker 10,000!
Guess who just walked 10,000 miles on a prosthetic leg??
This kid! |
I'm gonna keep this postcard short, but I didn't want it to get lost in the mail.
Long story short, I almost missed 10,000...
At Mile Marker 9,950...
I carry a backpack. Always.
The hike to Hawksbill Summit is no different.
As an amputee, I learned early on that backpacks were the way to go.
Carrying anything while walking was a challenge. I could do more, handle more, be more when I shouldered the weight squarely on my back.
With a backpack, I returned to work. Walked around the city on my own.
I believed that if I could just CARRY everything, I'd be able to balance whatever life handed me.
It's like I always carried HOPE in the front pocket of the bag.
But there's something else about backpacks too...