Last year at this time I was on foreign shores fighting for others freedom, and now I am at home, one of the blessed ones to be home, but I did not come back unscathed. I lost my legs, but not my spirit. I hope I never loose my spirit, because if I do then I might as well give up, and the Lord has me here for a reason, I believe that, not that I always remember it, especially when I am having my poor me moments, thankfully those moments are fewere and fewer as of late, and on days like today, and throughout the year I remember that there were some who did not come home.
Talking about what happened to me is still hard, and facing the facts is hard, but my legs are gone, and I have to live with all that implies, but living with it and giving into it are two very different things, and I am writing my story because there are so many more who can't. I am more than grateful for all that the Lord has done for me and grateful that I am able to sit here and tell my own story, but I know that if we did not fight for the freedoms we enjoy then we would not have them.
I am going to end this here now, I am going to head off for a barbeque this is really the first time I have had a chance to really get out since I have left the hospital, I am looking forward to it.