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A Believer

You may have noticed that the title of this blog it’s called a believer. No, it’s not a profile on Imagine Dragons. I’m certainly not going to sing the song for you either, this post would get flagged for inappropriate content if I did. My voice is that bad. This is going to be one of those posts where people think I’m crazy and I’m okay with that because sometimes we all need to be a little crazy. I don’t think I’m crazy; I think I’m a believer. “I live by faith not by sight” I know that is not the exact quote from scripture but since I can’t walk, I think this interpretation applies. I want to tell you three things that I believe will happen in my life. I have no logical reason to tell you why these things will happen, in fact the odds are none of them ever will. However, as Han Solo once said, “Never tell me the odds!” I’ve learned that this life is a journey. The problem is most people give up on their journeys because they don’t get immediate satisfaction. The greatest things take time and effort. 

My dad is a gigantic Mets fan. To his disappointment, I grew up a Yankees fan because all my friends were Yankees fans growing up in the mid-to-late 90s. I wonder how many followers I just lost by admitting that. Anyway, when the Mets catcher Mike Piazza was inducted into the Hall of Fame, I watched it with my father. I can’t remember a word of what Piazza’s speech was, but I remember his father crying like a baby just because he was so proud of his son. Obviously, there is no Hall of Fame for the work I do, but if one day I get some sort of award, I believe I will give a speech in Spanglish and make my whole family cry. Parents and grandparents please bring your tissues. The day is coming.

“You will find someone one day.” I really don’t like when people say this to me probably because they’ve been saying it to me since I was 17 years old, and now at 33 I’m running out of “some days” it is really hard to hope for someone special because putting yourself out there gets harder every single time. I know I’m not alone. I also know that it can happen. I’ve seen it with my own eyes and experienced it to an extent. If the Israelites can walk 40 years in the desert, then I can wait a little longer. I believe I will have 24 hours with a gracious lady where we just talk and you get to know each other. She could wear a hazmat suit sitting on her own bed for the entire evening for all I care as long as she can see the real me. Sex doesn’t matter, the connection does.

The last one is a kind of new but not really. I believe in a house, kind of like a duplex that I can share with my brother where we can both be together but have our own space at the same time or at least live in a close enough vicinity where you can see each other whenever we need to. My brother is smarter than I am without question. He’s perfectly capable of handling his own care. Most of the time he reminds me of stuff. The issue is living with the amount of support and physical accommodations it’s extremely expensive. People never realize how expensive it is to actually have a disability. Disability is big business.

I know some of you think after reading this that I’m nothing but an ignorant fool, and I fully understand if you believe that none of this will happen to me. I know most days it’s hard to believe, but that’s why we have to believe. I can’t get the award for my family if I don’t put in the years of work for others first. No girl is going to show up at my front door waiting for me to take her away to a magic castle. The Extreme Makeover Home Edition TV show will not show up on my front lawn to design a house for my brother and I. I have to take the journey to all the highs and lows. It will not be easy, but nothing worth doing ever is. Please tell me in the comments, what do you believe? Thanks for reading and have a great day.

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