Hydraulic Dog

Porta Power

A lesson in humility

When I woke up This morning I was angry.

Angry because the dogs woke me up when he shouted at one point during the night.

Angry because I could not sleep last night and the past due to back pain.

Angry because he could not deliver without help when I wanted.

Anger because my wife had to give me my daily bath beds

Angry that he could not do myself.

Angry that a crane was brought out of bed to chair

Angry that he could not bed by myself.

Anger because I could not put the toothpaste on my toothbrush.

In anger that had to be helped to the bathroom bathroom.

Angry because I spilled some of my corn flakes on my shirt.

Angry that I could wash

In anger that I had to sit in my wheelchair today

In anger he would play all day

Angry, angry, angry.

I turned on the TV in my living room three bedrooms and said goodbye to my wife then driving his car on his way to work. Then I sat on my scooter and parts Watched a documentary on the ghettos, squatter camps, slums or whatever their name in various parts of the world.

The dilapidated houses, connected by a screw, a pile of nails, rope and much phrase. "House" covered with plastic for sealing. No insulation against cold or heat.

Lack of drinking water and decent sanitation. Dirt and general misery and it's disgusting places for the educated and wealthy.

Now I do not consider myself as being rich, by any means, but the millions of people living in extreme poverty, I am very rich.

For people who live in these holes Hell is home and lifestyle. They have nowhere else to go and some do not know better. They sleep together for warmth and especially in the hard ground. Walk miles to get fresh water. Have not seen a good bath in life and then go in search of work without eating anything. They must walk for miles to reach the bus stop or taxi if they have the means, or should leave enough time to go to work in time. Then come home at the end of the day and face having to try to sleep with hunger gnawing at their stomachs.

There would no computer, telephone or television. I have to sleep on the ground hard and cold, sore back and all. I would not be able to seek help medical, because it would not be able to get first place and not be able to pay for it in second place. There are no drugs for pain or something. How can I go to the bathroom because he would not return to these pots. Take my forklift or two people to lift me.

And I thought I had problems. I thought it was just getting angry when things do not go my way. It was entitled to complain and feel sorry for me.

Instead of anger should not have gratitude for what I am comfortable taking care of my dear wife, children and friends love. My house, car and work from my wife.

Yes, the eyes of millions of people around the world, I'm rich and I am sure that millions of people happy and healthy trade places with my "sickness and all. For them, my life to complain and get angry, it would be preferable of their own.

Lord, I'm sorry by my ingratitude, and I thank you for your service.

About the Author:

Years of experience with Disability, it's complexity and survival are tackled head on in these articles. Roly has been wheelchair bound with myositis for some 10 years now and he has numerous articles published in magazines in South Africa and on various sites on the internet.

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