SO MANY CURVE BALLS AND ONLY ONE TIME AT BAT

I stopped to see my old and very dear friend that now lives in a satellite burb of Madison, WI.  One of those curve balls was served up to JT and she accepted without missing a step. Through rehab she taught herself to talk and balance, and unimaginable to me, re-learned everything from dominate right hand to left in order to once again be self sufficient.

  Losing an arm and a leg ain't for the timid.

"It's all inside, I just had to learn a new way to let it out," She giggled, a giggle that makes everyone smile.  The giggle that the thief Stroke never found.

Being close to the ground in a wheelchair one sees what others miss. Another of JT's eclectic loves, collecting and arranging metal of weathered patina.

A stroke can be an ugly thief or a new path. We see what JT chose. Sympathy simply was not in the cards. Self pity will destroy all that is good.