Hi Bobbie,
Thanks for sharing that poem. It was in '76 that I had my accident and I remember how things looked back then. Sure have come a long way in what seems a short time.
With Love,
CtrlAltDel aka Dave
C4/5 Complete - 29 Years Post
Texas, USA
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Hi All,I just stumbled upon this poem that was written about me back in 1976, three years post by a friend who was only 15 at the time. And I wanted to share it with you all."A Poem for Bobbie"A normal life i will never lead,or to walk or run at an average speed.I sit in my chair with the wheels on the end,resting my legs which will never bend.People wonder as they stop and stare,how a life like this I could possibly bear.But they are to blind to stop and see,that living a life, no matter how it be,is the greatest joy one can ever know,And should not be thought be thought of as only pity and woe.The normal people say, as I wonder with surprise,that a life is not worth living if you cannot rise.In a chair to which I am constantly bound,they think love is something I've never found.They pity me and i wonder why,for it is for them that I sit and cry.The "normal" people is what they are called.But this is a term to which I am appalled.They call theirs a life, and they tend to insist,But a life I live, and they only exist.Carol ScerboAge 15June, 1976