I have a couple of rather special disabled friends.
One was made a quadriplegic by a flying accident – he is now back in the cockpit flying with local law enforcement. Sheer determination did it – he never went to a self-help group…unless you call his near-constant companionship of fellow pilots all saying “Do whatever it takes to get back up in the air with us!”
The other is a swim-class pal. She has MS and takes lots of medications to keep her body going. She told of going to a self-help group put on by the local hospital. She quickly grew weary of their constant bemoaning over every ache. Ever the optimist, she said, “Stop complaining and join me at the pool…or for coffee…or for a picnic…or a walk on the beach!” She said they kicked her out of the group for being too optimistic! Good thing we were in the shallow part of the pool because we about drowned laughing about it. Gotta go now…it’s almost “Pool-Thirty” and I want to hear my friend’s latest MS-defeating accomplishment.