Thursday, April 26, 2012
I have an old friend who was severely wounded in Viet Nam. He lost the use of his arms and legs. Gradually over the years, he regained about 65% usage. One day, as he was gathering his clothes to do laundry--first time in 15 years--his sister said, "Oh, Jim, let me help you with that." He said, "No, no. Even doing the laundry is now a luxury I don't want to miss." I guess it all depends on one's perspective.
I still tear up a little when I think of Jim. He died about two years ago and the last thing he said to me was, "Life is worth it, even if you only get a portion of it."