When Doves Cry - Disability

Good health, and physical well-being, is something to cherish.

I was always in good physical shape, and I thought that this would always be the case. Unfortunately I damaged my left hand and fore-arm five years ago; leaving me handicapped.  I have severely impaired hand function now; and the use of my hand is down to 5% or 10% of normal. Being disabled takes acceptance, and acceptance takes time. Over the last few years I have learned to cope with the situation and my disability. I now do everything with one hand. The other is of minimal use, although I can still drive a car.

Physical work is out of the question now (I used to be a bricklayer and barman when I was young). So now I just write to pass the time and keep myself going. I live from day to day, and somehow I manage to survive.  I have joined the ranks of the disabled, and now I have to learn to adapt.  One has to cling on to the support of family and friends during this difficult time, and keep on believing in tomorrow. I am just one of many, somehow I will learn to adjust, and carry on with life.  For every loss, there is a gain; and I hope to find it. Life goes on regardless. Inwardly, you are still the same person.    

"...and in the midst of the elders stood a Lamb as it had been slain..." Rev. 5:6


'I will win - not immediately - but definitely.'