Unlucky or….
So looking at the conundrum that is my life, I’m alive and will be 62 next month, I’ve been to 23 countries, I’ve lived in the beautiful state of Colorado for eleven years and Florida for two years. I’ve been to 23 of the 50 states including Hawaii. I’ve been to Canada, Mexico, Germany, France, Holland, Belgium, Cyprus, Bulgaria, Morocco, Egypt, Tunisia, India, Hong Kong, Australia. I’ve done nearly a thousand skydives, I was a Hang glider, mountain biker, scuba diver, rock climber and I can fly a plane. I’ve had great jobs in I.T. sales and had a great salary, I was the client service director for the then world leading authority in biological dentistry, I personally helped many thousands of people which I have to say was more rewarding than anything I’ve done or places I’ve been.
But 13 years ago I was diagnosed with a rather hideous disease, multiple sclerosis is considered to be an incurable disease. It’s made my life miserable, I’m in pain 24/7, I cannot walk unaided, my strength which I used to be very proud of is now pathetic, I could be beaten in an arm wrestle by a 10 year old girl. The fall I had Monday evening was a doozy, I’m amazed I didn’t do some serious damage to my head, on saying that, the wall has a big dent in it and the radiator in the hall is hanging off.
So going from a successful career, a very physical and well travelled life to a ridiculously weak disabled ghost of who I was, am I unlucky…. no I consider myself to be extremely lucky to have done what I have, if my life as I knew it was over and now just a memory, I’d have no real regrets, I’ve been there, done that and have the T shirt and video,
Unlucky… not at all, but lucky… absolutely yes.