It has been a long time since I have posted in what was once my everyday go-to Blog. Despite what some may think, I didn't die. I am still around, just not so full of energy as I once was. Finding myself afflicted with Lou Gehrig disease (ALS) three years ago slowed me up considerably. You can read about my struggles with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis on another Blog of mine called: "My ALS Journey -- The Nerve of Some Nerves" (lemals.blogspot.com).
Where I have been most active during this past year has been on
As I slowly went climbing an upgrade, I met a man and his dog coming down. The dog froze and wouldn't go past me. I thought it was my walking stick, but the man told me the dog wanted me to pet her, and so I did. I also asked if he knew what the MCC stood for.
esidential long term care facility for individuals with physical and intellectual disabilities. Given what I have I could someday be right in the middle of those wheelchair bound individuals. I also had an acquaintance living there.
I finished my jaunt, but as I was returning to the parking lot I saw incoming traffic had grown, including three Mary Campbell Center buses. Despite the increasing weakness in my legs I decided to press on and walk over to where the event would be kicking off. I wanted to see if my friend was there.
I got down as they were erecting the Start/Finish line. There would be a bit of a wait until the event started, so I stood precariously balanced in the grass along the track. I had dropped my cane once and was having difficulties staying upright as I bent over trying to retrieve it, but fortunately a young man saw my plight and picked it up for me.
At the edge of the line I began a conversation with a women participant waiting to be called to the line. She was from Havre de Grace in Maryland, a hour plus drive away. She came to these charity runs every weekend, both Saturday and Sunday. She said she did this to stay in shape. Her husband couldn't anymore (he was 61, so I assume she was around that age). He had recently had both knees replaced as well as a shoulder. He planned to have the other shoulder done as soon as the first healed, so she was married to the bionic man. As I had been walking down to the start one of the Mary Campbell people came past me pushing a racing wheelchair. As he did so he said to me, "You're Uber is here!" I was almost ready to take him up on it.
They began the run (roll, stroll, run as they called it) with the wheel chairs, which they called
to post as "inclusion chairs". And there was my friend, right there in the first row. Her name is April, though she was born in May. She attends my church every week. Now as the race began she was laughing and happy being pushed along for the 5K. She is the lady on the right side of the track whizzing by with the big smile.
I was worn down by now, but glad I stayed and saw April. I am probably fated to being wheelchair bound someday with what I have and if I become so, I hope I can still get out on the trails, God willing.