Originally posted by Ferryman
I agree My Own. First of all let me say you're Avatar is Most Cool.
Ah, well thank you for the response and the compliment! Now, that's what I call a good way to start the day!
And I see you are rather new here, so allow me to extend a hearty welcome to you!
I used to be Word warrior before my Stroke, it took me 3 years to learn how to read again, and i used to be a stickler for grammar.
Now i have learned after watching people struggle learning how to read after a Stroke humbling.
I have learned to give, and take when somebody is trying to get a point across in the written word.
That is all you can do because none of us are immune to stroke, these people should think themselves lucky that they still have a mind, and the
ability to write IMO.
Well first off allow me to congratulate you on your recuperation. It's a long hard frustrating road you've been on for the last 3 years and I
admire people like you who have the tenacity to not give up, not give in and grab life by the horns regardless of the hand they've been dealt.
It's ironic, isn't it, the things we learn through our own adversity if we choose to. I say this with a certain amount of knowledge on the subject
myself. Following is a brief account from an ex-self proclaimed word warrior.
It was Christmas day, 25+ years ago. I was not yet 20. I was brash, arrogant to an extent and used my educational opportunities and success as a
battering ram to cut down those whom I thought were 'lesser' in that area. I found myself in the hospital due to complications from diabetes that
until that hospital stay I had no idea I even had. I had already been there for 2 weeks and I would be there for another 10 days. My room mate had
just been released. Lucky dog, going home for Christmas while there I still sat, an extreme pity party was on the list of events for the day it would
seem. Enter Margory, an orderly at the hospital who had just come in to perform her duties cleaning the room and getting the bed ready for it's next
occupant. During the time she went about her duties she attempted small talk with me and while I was hardly rude to her, I made it clear that I was
in no mood for small talk. When she was done, she pulled up a chair by my bed, took my hand, looked me in the eye and forced me to talk with her. It
was clear that her education level was not very high. She misused words and her grammar was atrocious but the 'gift' she left me with on that
Christmas day was a life changer. I cannot really remember much of the specifics we chatted about in that half hour but I will never forget the
'spirit' of her words. The Drs may have given me life, but Margory gave me the ability to 'live' that life.
After she left and I was able to reflect on the spirit of her words it was my AH HA! moment. Her spoken words may not have been eloquently presented
but the message came to me out of the blue, loud and clear. The message being regardless of our 'station' in life we all have worth, hopes, dreams,
regrets, great successes, ideas, wants and needs. We all have 'worth' in this world even if we do not speak eloquently, mis-spell words or have no
clue as to syntax or grammar.
Her Christmas gift changed my life and set me on the path to be able to meet some of the most amazing people regardless of their 'station' in
life...and I mean truly amazing people without whom, no matter how brief or long they have lingered in my life, have enriched me greatly. I can only
hope I've managed to do the same for some of them as well and have managed to pay forward one of the best presents I've ever received.
I did not see Margory again in the 10 days between Christmas and the day I was discharged from the hospital. However, every Christmas day, I say a
silent prayer of thanks to the woman, the stranger who showed me the secret to living a full, happy and enriched life.
To those who would attempt to look down their noses at those in this life who may not have had the educational opportunities or the mental capacity
for correct spellings and/or grammar or due to a medical reasons may seem 'slow'.. stop...think. To whom are you really doing the disservice here?
I would say you are doing yourself the disservice for not opening yourself up to some amazing experiences out there to be had by folks who may use
'there' instead of 'their'.