Dreams of Being a Mother

An old friend of mine used to tell his young niece that he was a king, and his wheelchair was a throne, which isn’t a bad idea if it isn’t used as a barrier against the truth. Another friend with Dwarfism told kids he was small because he was put in the dryer, which is fun and playful if it doesn’t scare the hell out of the kids.

Victors Among Difficulties

I listened to the evangelist’s sermon attentively and respectfully even as she implied that ‘the devil had taken me away,’ and that if I only had more faith, I could be unbroken, untainted by the demons of physical limitation. This was nothing new, the encounter or the oratory, so I was prepared. I could speak her language. So I started to tell her about my favorite motto from the apostle Paul in the Book of Acts, that his weakness had made his strength. She listened to me intently too, but only ended up scowling at me. “Paul who?” she demanded.

Texting

The complement that my friend Joel has given me from day one is that I express myself so well in my writing. Hmmm. Thanks, dude, for introducing me to the medium that allows me to do that on the telephone!