Tomorrow will mark the the 34th year since I took my last step. Usually I am so busy I fail to acknowledge must less think about this date. This year is different though. I have been in a retrospective mood in recent weeks. I do not miss walking one iota. The thought of walking is so far from my mind it is akin to wishing I could go to Mars. Walking is simply not relevant to my life. My retrospection is more inwardly driven. Concern for my son and his future. Wonderment about just how unpredictable life is. Amazement that I am a middle aged man, a responsible adult. Thinking of the people I know and those who are no longer a part of my life. Were these sort of thoughts not meant for New Year's Eve? Oh well, I guess I continue my life-long pattern of doing things differently.
So I put it out to those that read my blog. What if anything should I do tomorrow to celebrate my 34th year of paralysis. And remember this is indeed a celebration. I celebrate and consider each day a gift.