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post dim sum, I had my lights dimmed. walking back to the car, slipping on the winter-slicked tile steps of my favorite Chinese noodle hut, down I went. limbs and crutches akimbo, there was no salvaging my dignity. I lost the daily challenge after enjoying some twice-cooked pork. Cerebral palsy doesn’t **** around in the wintertime. and I was reminded all too thoroughly just who the boss is, and it sure wasn’t me. when asked to describe my day-to-day to the able-bodied, I always say: “It’s like being born with roller-skates on but never being able to learn how to skate.” and I still don’t know. (my elbow, my knee, and Pam are well aware.) *** -JBClaywell © 2016 P&ZPublications
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
“...but never being able to learn how to skate.”
post dim sum, I had my lights dimmed. walking back to the car, slipping on the winter-slicked tile steps of my favorite Chinese noodle hut, down I went. limbs and crutches akimbo, there was no salvaging my dignity. I lost the daily challenge after enjoying some twice-cooked pork. Cerebral palsy doesn’t **** around in the wintertime. and I was reminded all too thoroughly just who the boss is, and it sure wasn’t me. when asked to describe my day-to-day to the able-bodied, I always say: “It’s like being born with roller-skates on but never being able to learn how to skate.” and I still don’t know. (my elbow, my knee, and Pam are well aware.) *** -JBClaywell © 2016 P&ZPublications
First fall of 2016.
jay-claywell
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Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
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