Showing posts with label stories to inspire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stories to inspire. Show all posts

Sunday, July 03, 2011

The Journey of A Lifetime

It’s going to be the road trip of a lifetime.


I made my list and have packed my bags and made my go, do and see plans for when we reach our destination.

However, I didn’t have a plan for when the travel does not start the way I want it to. In spite of the regular oil changes and upkeep, and diligent car maintenance checks it was almost inconceivable that the car will just not work the way that it should. The engine is not running the way it should, and its making these other noises rather than that low rhythmic hum, and when it reaches a certain speed the whole car starts to jerk and I have to slow down. Looks like were not going to get to our destination as soon as it was planned. I have no other choice but to take things slow.

It’s going to be one really long road trip.




It does not help that we hit the occasional pot holes… it adds on to the worry that the car will deteriorate further. But we try to be careful, even though sometimes it seems unavoidable to hit a bump on the road. But keep trying, we still do and we focus all our energy on getting to the planned destination.


And so we keep driving, slow as we may be.

Tension builds up when a car is tailing right behind us, seemingly nudging to make us go faster. And at first it was quite embarassing that we are driving way below the speed limit. And as more cars pass us by we became more anxious... Are we really that slow?

As we push on forward, there are times we find ourselves in envy of the other cars and SUVs that speed on by. There are also moments where we find ourselves cursing at the sports cars that cut ahead without even the courtesy of using their signal light. And other times, we find ourselves in moments of madness to catch up with at least the regular sedans that pass and sometimes even more so for the cars that have the same make us our own but still are already way ahead of us. Eventually, we understand that even if we step on the gas further down as we could, it could only speed up as much as the car wishes to. We have no control of how much we can actually accelerate.

We have our travel time table, and just like everybody who is travelling on a road, we want to get there on time. But with things not going the way it should, at least for the vehicle that we are driving, that travel time table will have to be tossed out the window. So much for thinking we could get there on time, or at least just a couple of hours late.

 


We drove on. Slow and steady wins the race as the saying goes.


But wait… what is this smoke coming out of the hood? There are no potholes? We kept our speed at the bare minimum. Uh, oh, looks like we are stopping. Stopping for good? Oh I sure hope not.

So we called the emergency road side assistance. They tried to see what was up with the car, and with that sad sorry look we were told that it can’t get us to where we plan to go... “It’s just not going to make it.” So is this it for us? But we have plans and we want to get there.




Well, we are already on this road, and do not want to be stuck here, and clearly we have to at least go somewhere. So how are we going to get there and where is this place?


We decided to rehash the old plans, and make a new one. The broken down car, we planned on not forcing it to go on and traded them in for bicycles. And the luggage? Well we have to do with just the essentials. Travel light and let go of the unnecessary stuff.

Oh, and we need a map! So let’s see, where do we go, without thinking too much about all the mile posts along the way, to get somewhere for however long it takes?




Starting the trip on the bike is the hardest part. You wonder about the road you’re traveling on and you worry if it would really take you to “a” destination… and you do this despite of checking your map over and over again. There’s also the feeling of exhaustion, and the occasional flat tire, or the fixing of a bent wheel, and the nursing of a wound from falling. But you have to just keep on moving forward if you want to get somewhere. Eventually the training wheels can come off, and you get your sense of balance and rhythm. You start enjoying the feel of the warm sun and the cool breeze, and the remarkable smell of the nature filled air…. Most importantly, you get a sense of freedom that you have not felt in a long time. Occasionally, you even impress yourself cruising steadily with your eyes closed, and from time to time, you surprise yourself even more that you can let go of the handle bars. There are also these intense moments that you catch yourself thinking that getting to the destination does not seem to matter anymore, for the journey is good enough in itself.

Being on a bike trail does not always guarantee a smooth ride. There will be times when you will need to give yourself a push and that extra effort to be able to ride up that steep slope. There are times that you will feel afraid and out of control as you go on a downhill trail. There are also times that you will be cruising steradily on a smooth path. Other times, you might need to walk it off, and still there are also other times that it might be necessary to just stop to be able to to take it all in, or let it all out, or to just simply recollect or reflect. But, it is important to never forget to keep on going. Because the more you try to ride the variety of paths set before you, the more you will start feeling less unsure about yourself and the better you get at maneuvering your way through. You also feel stronger each time you fall off and you get better and better at getting back on.



The good thing about traveling light on a bicycle is that you do not travel on the typical road. After all, there are rules against riding your bike on freeways, and not all freeways are bike friendly, although I think all roads should be bike friendly. Anyways, because we have our own road cut out ahead of us, there are untypical stops that we make along the way. The stops that a 4 wheeled vehicle cannot possibly go to, and this is not a bad thing, in fact if not for our car breaking down, we could have missed out. We’ve seen beautiful pastures with brightly colored wild flowers, thick green forests, rippling streams, majestic rock formations, astounding waterfalls, passionate sunsets, hopeful sunrises, and grand rainbows that can only be experienced being on the bike trails. There are also ravines and canyons that are breathtakingly spectacular.

Being on a bicycle, we get to breathe in life and realize how small we really are in the grandest scheme of things, but at the same time we don’t feel insignificant at all for we all have a purpose. This journey, on this bike, is my purpose.

We’ve met other bikers on the road as well. We trade bike travelling tips and some stories. Some stories exchanged are scary, some sad, some crazy, some funny, but all in the end coming out of it beautifully changed by the journey.

 
 
You see we plan on still getting there and we will get there, but where exactly is “there” is going to be a mystery, and I have a good feeling that it’s going to be a sweet surprise. Who needs a trip, when I was afforded a journey?



I have been driving down this wonderfully designed road for almost 2 years now, just us… and our bike.


Tuesday, February 23, 2010

The Story of the Pearl

(Story By Marilynn Lomangino)

Do you ever wonder about how a pearl develops?

Some time in the course of the oyster’s development, a foreign substance such as a grain of sand gets into the little muscle and irritates the oyster. In response, the oyster covers that irritant with a secretion. The longer the irritation is there, the more the oyster coats it. Pearl oysters vary in size and can be quite rough and ugly. Yet what is happening inside is a combination of rainbows, moonlight, and bits of flame.

Once the oyster accepts the irritation as part of itself, the pearl begins to develop. The worst storms, gales, even hurricanes will not dislodge it.

As time goes by and this oyster is finally pulled up from the bed where it has been for many years, it is opened only to reveal a beautiful pearl.

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Something comes into our spiritual life; it comes because we have been chosen to do something special. To face this task, we need a lot of prayer, sacrifice, and acts of love—things that are not always easy for our human nature to accomplish. The longer the substance is there, the more it can irritate, just like how sometimes we are asked to do things that we really don’t want to do. But we offer that sacrifice up so that finally, when we get to the end of our life, we will be able to open up our little spiritual oyster and reveal our special pearl. The longer we stay committed and the more we do, the more beautiful will be the pearl that we get to make.

There is a reason for everything…. We may not know it yet, but in due time, the gift/blessing will be ours to reap.

I salute you for being a committed and hardworking mommy of a child with special needs.

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Welcome to Holland

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this...

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.

After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome To Holland".

"Holland?!?" you say, "What do you mean "Holland"??? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy"

But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.

The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.

So you must go and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.

It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around…and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills...Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.

But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy...and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned".

And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss.

But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things...about Holland.

by Emily Perl Kingsley
National Down Syndrome Congress

And God Said "No."

I asked God to take away my pride. And God said "No."
He said it was not for him to take away, but for me to give it up.

I asked God to make my handicapped child whole. And God said "No."
He said her spirit was whole, her body was only temporary.

I asked God to grant me patience. And God said "No."
He said patience is a by-product of tribulations.
It isn't granted, it is earned.

I asked God to give me happiness. And God said "No."
He said he gives me blessings, happiness is up to me.

I asked God to spare me pain. And God said "No."
He said suffering draws you apart from worldly cares and
brings you closer to me.

I asked God to make my spirit grow. And God said "No."
He said I must grow on my own.
But he will prune me to make me fruitful.

I asked God for all things that I might enjoy life. And God said "No."
He said, "I will give you life, that you may enjoy all things."

I ask God to help me LOVE others, as much as he loves me.
And God said, "Ah, finally you have the idea."

- Author Unknown

Mothers Of Special Children

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social
pressures and a couple by habit.

This year, nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children.
Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?

Somehow I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting his instruments for
propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs
his angels to make notes in a giant ledger.

"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter,
patron saint, Cecilia.

"Rudledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint, give her Gerard. He's used to
profanity."

Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped
child."

The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," says God. "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does
not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But has she patience?" asks the angel.

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of
self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll
handle it.

"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is
so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give
her has his own world. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not
going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you."

God smiles. "No matter. I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just
enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally,
she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child
less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied.
She will never take for granted a 'spoken word.' She will never consider a
'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will
be present at a miracle and know it! When she describes a tree or a sunset
to her blind child, she will see it as few people ever see my creations.

"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see . . . ignorance,
cruelty, prejudice . . . and allow her to rise above them. She will never
be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life,
because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."

"And what about her patron saint?" asks the angel, pen poised midair.

God smiles. "A mirror will suffice."

- Erma Bombeck, May, 1980

Heavens Very Special Child

A meeting was held quite far from earth
It's time again for another birth
Said the angel to the Lord above
This special child will need much love
His progress may be very slow
Accomplishments he may not show
And he'll require extra care
from the folks he meets down there
He may not run or laugh or play
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won't adapt
And he'll be known as handicapped
So let's be careful where he's sent
We want his life to be content
Please Lord, find the parents who
Will do a special job for you
They'll not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love
And soon they'll know the privileges given
In caring for their gift from heaven
Their precious charge, so meek and mild
Is "HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD"

- Author Unknown

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Thank you Sonia for sending this to me

The Special Child

I am the child who cannot talk.
You often pity me, I see it in your eyes.
You wonder how much I am aware of - I see that as well.
I am aware of much - whether you are happy or sad or fearful,
patient or impatient, full of love and desire,
or if you are just doing your duty by me.
I marvel at your frustration, knowing mine to be far greater,
for I cannot express myself or my needs as you do.

You cannot conceive my isolation, so complete it is at times.
I do not gift you with clever conversation, cute remarks to be laughed over and repeated.
I do not give you answers to your everyday questions, responses over my well-being, sharing my needs, or comments about the world about me.
I do not give you rewards as defined by the world's standards -
great strides in development that you can credit yourself.
I do not give you understanding as you know it.

What I give you is so much more valuable - I give you instead opportunities.
Opportunities to discover the depth of your character, not mine;
the depth of your love, your commitment, your patience, your abilities;
the opportunity to explore your spirit more deeply than you imagined possible.
I drive you further than you would ever go on your own,
working harder, seeking answers to your many questions with no answers.
I am the child who cannot talk.

I am the child who cannot walk.
The world seems to pass me by.
You see the longing in my eyes to get out of this chair,
to run and play like other children.
There is much you take for granted.
I want the toys on the shelf, I need to go to the bathroom, oh I've dropped my fork again.
I am dependant on you in these ways.
My gift to you is to make you more aware of your great fortune,
your healthy back and legs, your ability to do for yourself.
Sometimes people appear not to notice me; I always notice them.
I feel not so much envy as desire, desire to stand upright,
to put one foot in front of the other, to be independent.
I give you awareness.
I am the child who cannot walk.

I am the child who is mentally impaired.
I don't learn easily, if you judge me by the world's measuring stick,
what I do know is infinite joy in simple things.
I am not burdened as you are with the strifes and conflicts of a more complicated life.
My gift to you is to grant you the freedom to enjoy things as a child,
to teach you how much your arms around me mean,
to give you love.
I give you the gift of simplicity.
I am the child who is mentally impaired.

I am the disabled child.
I am your teacher.
If you allow me, I will teach you what is really important in life.
I will give you and teach you unconditional love.
I gift you with my innocent trust, my dependency upon you.
I teach you about how precious this life is and about not taking things for granted.
I teach you about forgetting your own needs and desires and dreams.
I teach you giving.
Most of all I teach you hope and faith.
I am the disabled child.

- Author Unknown

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The first time I read this was when I was in college.