Positive Wheelchair Quotes

I think timing is better left up to God to decide then religious leaders. I once met a man that brought his wife flowers in the hospital. They held hands, kissed and were as affectionate as any cute couple could be. They were both in their eighties. I asked them how long they were married. I expected them to tell me fifty years or longer. To my surprise, they said only five years. He then began to explain to me that he was married thirty years to someone that didn’t love him, and then he remarried a second time only to have his second wife die of cancer, two years later. I looked at my patient (his wife) sitting in the wheelchair next to him smiling. She added that she had been widowed two times. Both of her marriages lasted fifteen years. I was curious, so I asked them why they would even bother pursuing love again at their age. He looked at me with astonishment and said, “Do you really think that you stop looking for a soulmate at our age? Do you honestly believe that God would stop caring about how much I needed it still, just because I am nearing the end of my life? No, he left the best for last. I have lived through hell, but if I only get five years of happiness with this woman then it was worth the years of struggle I have been through.

Katherine hadn’t been in a wheelchair the day she’d boarded flight 672. I’d never been brave enough to ask for the specifics of her injuries, but they were extensive. In the early days of her emails, she’d updated us all from a hospital bed. Then a rehabilitation center. Recently, she’d sent photos of home renovations to accommodate her wheelchair. Her communications were always upbeat and filled with positivity, but it was times like that when I couldn’t imagine how she hadn’t become an erupting volcano of bitterness.

The thing was, only a very, very small handful of people knew about the existence of Reshaye. Which meant that most people believed — believe — that I was personally responsible for what happened at Sarlazai. And it was war, but that was…” His gaze darkened, and as it did, the memories skimmed the surface of my thoughts, too — his memories, of the fire and the flesh and the burned-up too-little corpses. “There were pre-trials,” he said, “to determine whether I would be charged with war crimes. I wasn’t there. I was… not in a position to testify on my own behalf. But Nura testified for me. For hours. From a fucking wheelchair. I’ll never forgive her for what she did to those people, or, selfishly, what she did to me. But that… sometimes I still don’t know what to make of it.” Nura. Ever the enigma. Every piece of information only made her more difficult to understand.

I have a few friends who are confined to wheelchairs for access and mobility. I don't want to always be looking down at them while they are looking up at me. To enjoy a meaningful conversation, I’m quick to kneel beside them or pull up a chair to talk at the same height. Begin to recognize the orientation of other people and align yourself with their body position and physical needs so that you may connect on a more balanced and effective level.

Well, their mouths were sewed shut, as you know, but when we opened them, we found the missing penises.” Leonard gags and turns away, and my stomach roils as well. “That’s…definitely an escalation,” Elise says, her leg in a brace and her arm in a sling as she struggles with the crutches, still refusing a wheelchair. “That’s not the worst part,” Hadley goes on. “I took blood samples from their mouths, and…Tyler was O positive. Lawrence was AB positive. I found O positive blood in Lawrence’s mouth, and AB positive blood in Tyler’s.” “Wait, hold up, are you telling me he sewed Tyler’s dick into Lawrence’s mouth, and vice versa?” Donny asks, turning an alarming shade of pale. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” “I can’t tell if he’s evolving or devolving,” Elise gripes.

What is Cerebral Palsy? A wheelchair, a woman, windswept legs, stiffness. And through one side of my body, lack of mobility, and tightness in my knees. That’s all causes by a condition called Cerebral Palsy according to the CDC Cerebral Palsy (CP)- is a group of disorders that affect a person's ability to move and maintain balance and posture. CP is the most common motor disability in childhood. Cerebral means having to do with the brain. Palsy means weakness or problems with using the muscles. But that’s not my definition of Cerebral Palsy my definition of cerebral palsy ce·re·bral pal·sy A condition that makes life more interesting, more of an adventure and more of a journey. You see I could have started this off by stating the old boring medical terms of Cerebral Palsy, but in my personal opinion it would be continuing the stigma’s that I’ve been trying to debunk since I was 18 years old and wouldn’t that be a boring book to read. To be frank, I’m tired of seeing books that don’t focus on the positive side of Cerebral Palsy. Well, OK at least some do, but there’s not very much, so I’ve decided to write this full of stories to explain how I overcome each obstacle with Cerebral Palsy. My name is Tylia L Flores. I’m Handi-capable!

Well, you can only be so positive in a wheelchair.

Hospital chaplaincies provide support to those in need. Sometimes that is all we provide; other times, we also spread the love of Jesus Christ. We are respectful to all cultures and religions and, if you can permit me to be so bold, I might suggest that respect is an area in which you are lacking.” “Like butter?” “What?” “You said you spread Jesus’ love. When people say that, I think of them spreading Jesus’ love like they spread butter.” “Lenni, it’s not butter —“ “Jam, then.” “Jesus’ love is not jam.” “Why not? He can be bread and grapes and a sheep and a lion and a ghost, but he can’t be jam?” Derek inhaled loudly and then stood up from his place in the pew beside me, navigated past my empty wheelchair, and disappeared into the chaplaincy office. I interpreted this as his sign of surrender, but he reappeared moments later carrying a book. “Here,” he said, passing it to me. The book is called ‘Questions About Jesus.’ On the front were three friends of different races all smiling around a copy of the Bible. “Obviously something about the church calls to you,” he said. “Why else would you keep coming back?” He gave me a shark smile. “I put it to you that the thing making you come back over and over isn’t that you like to challenge people, or your fondness for Father Arthur, but that you are searching for something to believe in.” He stood up from his crouching position and I heard all the bones in his knees click. “And now,” he said, “I take my leave of this conversation.” “Aren’t you going to give me any answers?” “I’m going to make my scheduled visit to the Scovell Ward.” “But you can’t leave. I have ‘Questions About Jesus!