- My health
- my family – – specifically the bond my mother and I share. If I ever become a famous author I make a solemn vow to dedicate to dedicate my first book to her. That was my plan from the beginning but now it seems especially important.
- My musical tastes
- The holidays – – mainly my mother's chocolate pie I think this year she is going to make a pumpkin cheesecake with a graham cracker crust. I am also happy to be invited to the Christmas party that my mother and father host each year. I am looking forward to sampling my mother's famous red sauce meatballs. They are always a big hit.
- I am grateful that there are several books on my bookshelf that I have not read. Now I will have the opportunity to take a crack at several of them.
- I'm grateful that I was mainstreamed and that I never learned the tsunami of disability until later in life. The words cerebral palsy never meant a whole lot to me. That had a lot to do with the way I was raised. I always felt like I had on limitless potential, it may sound odd but I spent the majority of my life in a wheelchair and for the most part I never felt like I needed a much. In fact I think I took my wheelchairs for granted. They were just always my way of getting from point a to point B.
- My love of children, although I think the prospect of a wheelchair sometimes frightens them, Hopefully sometimes in the future that will change.
- The friends I've made a Grand Valley State University
Noah finally reached #99 today. The reporter and photographer from the local paper had just left, when I arrived. “ The basket hit the ground safely, I see.” “Yes,” he replied. “As you predicted, it would have been more fun with my Emilee. All the couple I went with wanted to do was swill red or white, and talk of his promotion. Emilee would have squeezed my hand lovingly and talked about the beauty of the countryside.” “Well, Noah…They all can not be your Emilee. She was one of a kind. What’s next? I was there at the beginning when you had me write the blasted list.” He was sitting on the edge of the bed when he looked over at me. Tears rolling down his wrinkled cheeks. “Ah, my boy, I wish I had more time on the clock, more things to tick off. ...
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