Now that I've recapped vacation and identified the mystery plant as a weed, I am ready to write a real blog entry about a subject- not just an update.
Last week I read a great article about a classy athlete who didn't let fame go to his head. He took time for others when he could have thought "I'm too important for this". I was impressed. In the article was this statement
"They left at 7 a.m. Saturday morning and got home at 2:30 a.m. Sunday, and while that is a long, hard day for anyone, it was especially draining for a 6-year-old who suffers from spina bifida."
I am not the political correctness police. I think writers often use more colorful terms in their writing to convey a certain emotional mood, and that's fine. That phrase "suffers from spina bifida" struck me, though, and I have thought about it a lot since I read that article.
Gage does not suffer from spina bifida. He has spina bifida. He lives with spina bifida. As our friend Matt says of his son Owen, he is blessed with spina bifida. He does not suffer. People who have cancer often suffer. People with Aids suffer. People who lose loved ones can suffer. Gage does not suffer.
I am thankful to all of those who came before him, all of the doctors and nurses, all of the researchers who have made it so that Gage need not suffer with spina bifida.
I mean really. Look at this mud-splashed face and tell me this child is suffering.