Christmas Revelation

I hope you all had a splendid Christmas Day.  I know I did.  Surrounded by the warm and familiar love of family and friends, I delighted in their presence and the spirit of Christmas.  This week was a reminder of what the holiday always represents to me…a time for rejoicing and celebrating in how good my life truly is!  I just love those times when we discover how blessed we are.  It makes it all worth it in the end.

Happy New Year!

Year-In Review

It’s Friday—that time of week again.  After a few days of contemplation, spending time with family and friends and reviewing the past year’s events, it amazes me how far I’ve come in only a short time.  The highlight of my year, I must admit, was my summer internship with United Cerebral Palsy of Central Pennsylvania.  My time spent there reinvigorated my quest to do well in my classes as a college student so that I could make a difference in individuals’ lives, and even hearts.  In my blog and other materials written for the company, I saw my words and actions impacted the lives of such a vast audience; it was an awakening for me to strive harder.  I, again, thank Lynda Bowen and the rest of the UCP staff for seeing my potential and wisdom for signing me on as their summer intern of 2012!  It was an exciting journey.  Merry Christmas to all and I hope your dreams and wishes come true this holiday season as mine did this year!

Holiday Poem

Hi All,

Today, in my travels, I came across the poem below and thought it fitting for this time of year.  I hope you all had a blessed week as we draw closer to the holiday season.  It was a good one for me as another successful semester ended, and a period of rest and relaxation began.  Let the holidays proceed!

There's More to Christmas

There's more, much more to Christmas
Than just candle-lights and cheer;
It's the spirit of sweet friendship
That brightens all the years;
It is thoughtfulness and kindness,
It is hope that is reborn again,
For peace, for understanding
And for goodwill to humans!

~ Unknown Author

Meaning of Christmas

Hi All,

Well, it’s that time again; one week closer to Christmas and I’m getting so excited!  I love Christmas for that special feeling I always have way deep inside my heart.  Christmas represents many things for different people.  I guess what I love about Christmas the most is that it represents a promise of a renewal of spirit, and yes, hope; hope that maybe we can change the world one attitude at a time.  To me, Christmas represents that sentiment and my wish that it does for all of you!

Thanks for tuning in this week, my last at Messiah College for 2012!

Christmas Thoughts

It is Friday again.  The weeks seem to fly!  During this holiday season, we, including myself, become so caught up in finishing that last project or test; we forget the reason to celebrate this holiday season.  For me, Christmas is a time for having that extra joy in my heart and to anticipate the upcoming year; a time for renewal and growth; something to remember as I complete these final weeks of this semester.

Holiday Joy

Hi All,

I hope you had a fantastic holiday.  I know mine was wonderful!

I always love the transition period from Thanksgiving to Christmas.  It fills me with a joy I feel everyday, but more so around the holidays.  The promise of ever-lasting peace and prosperity certainly gives me hope for the upcoming New Year.  I wish you all the joy and happiness the season always brings to me!

Thanksgiving (continued)

Today, I feel a need to continue last week’s discussion about Thanksgiving.  Always at this time in the final stretch of the semester, feelings of stress and fatigue are normally in the forefront in everything I do.  How to type that last paper, not to mention how to reach the level of my standards, is always a quandary to me at this time of the year.  I wonder how can I pull this off again, and how exactly did I accomplish this before?  Then, I remember how far I’ve come and, yet, I still have “miles to go before I sleep”, and that, in itself gives me strength to face another class, and type that essay.  Then, I think about His promise that He is always there, guiding my every “roll”, which gives me great comfort and energy.  For that, I am eternally thankful!

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, everyone!

Blessings

Everyday, but especially at this time of year, I consider all the blessings I have in my life.  Usually, the list includes a great Mom, wonderful friends and overall a super life, but there is one thing about Cerebral Palsy that affects some who have the condition.  It is not one of the challenges I face.

In my English class, we were assigned to do an “Interest Group” project.  My partner and I decided to research the link between literacy and Cerebral Palsy.  Going into the project, I assumed everyone with Cerebral Palsy had the same literacy abilities I have or close.  Surprisingly, though, I came to the realization that this was not the case.  Sadly, literacy for some who have Cerebral Palsy is a dream, which never comes true.  This week, I feel especially lucky that I had grandparents who taught me the value of the written word and that they were there every step of the way through my early educational life.  One of my many wishes this month is for those who have Cerebral Palsy, or are generally disabled to have a guiding force in their life, such as my grandparents were in mine, to show and share the power of the written word.  Hopefully, I will see that goal realized within my life span.

Emily Dickinson Video

Hi All,

I just found a really cool Emily Dickinson video and wanted to share with you.  I hope you all had a good week and have a truly wonderful weekend!

Goals

Hello,

I hope all of you had a good week.  Five minutes ago, something inspired me to write this poem.  Again, I thank you for visiting my blog on a weekly basis, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!  Have a good weekend, and survive the storm!

There’s a goal within my reach—

which I have waited

With baited breath,

Sighs,

Tears

and laughter—

A goal—

Only a reflection in my mind—

A goal I held so dear

no one knew my silent dream—

And now, now, it is here—

Here, never to be relinquished—

Never to be mind again; never to

Dwell in the darkness of my soul—

Never to take refuge in my innermost heart—

A goal, which the entire world will see;

To hear and heed—

I only hope I have the strength to confront

That goal.

Will it swallow me with its great with enthusiasm—

Or will it lap at my heels—

Friendly and kind?

Only time will tell—

Only time will tell!

Kelcie Can

Hi All,

I hope everyone had a good week.  I'm sooo glad it's Friday!  I thought I'd liven things up a bit by posting this awesome and very inspirational clip of a girl who has Cerebral Palsy.  It really goes to show determination leads to unchartered places.  I hope everyone has a fabulous weekend, and again, I welcome any comments.  Enjoy!

Living Life without Limits

Tonight, I would like to thank all of those who subscribe to the UCP’s Central PA Life without Limits Newsletter.  This magazine is always a source of inspiration, and a reminder to me anyone can achieve their goals if they believe in themselves.  I always think of this after reading stories similar to mine.  So, I was honored to have my book review published in this month’s newsletter.  While in the rat race of college life, I sometimes forget its purpose and its intended outcome in the grand scheme of things.  It is a wonderful thing to see my name in print and that I affect the lives of so many individuals in a positive light.  That gives me determination, not to just move ahead in my studies, but to thrive on them.  Thank you, UCP!

My Voice

I hope everyone had a good week.  I've decided to post a newly written poem I created for my English class this week.  I hope you all enjoy and comments are welcome.  Have a fantastic weekend! 

My Voice

It was summer; the summer after high school graduation,

all the fanfare gone,

all the anticipated success gone—

There I sat in my bedroom—

Waiting for what was to come—

Waiting to hear my voice—

A voice that could not be heard

Over the static of my own inhibitions—

Lost in a crowd of my mind,

I reached out to find my own voice—

A single, solitary voice that was mine. 

Diminished by imaginary voices, I reached towards my authentic being—

My real voice—

Traveling to that place, I felt in awe of my power—

My own rhythm—

My own sense of myself—

It was a new world—

A new, uncharted land.

At first, I was afraid,

Afraid to unleash that voice inside.

I knew was always there,

Like a friendly apparition—

Looking at a blank slate—

I fervently prayed for my voice to come—

To free itself from self-imposed chains—

It finally came, to my astonishment and relief.

And, oh, did it come in a torrent of thoughts and feelings—

Of those I did not know existed and they swam in my soul—

As I let the words flow,

I felt a release—

A release of my inner self that asked to be revealed

Throughout my life—

The friendly ghost finally freed—

Never to be held captive again.

To the surprise of all, that voice has remained to this day—

Strong in its desire to be heard and acknowledged—

That has a new thought to impart everyday—

My authentic voice is now audible—

For the world to heed!

Thanks From Hope

This Friday, I want to thank all for the out-pouring of support for my fundraiser for United Cerebral Palsy.  It certainly means a lot and is for a great cause!  Wishing you a great weekend. 

A Touch of Emily…Again

I hope you all had a good week.  It’s becoming my favorite part of the year: Autumn.  Seeing leaves flutter to the ground or smelling smoke during a walk are great comforts to me.  Today, I stumbled upon a poem by, guess who?  Emily Dickinson.  I felt compelled to share and hope you enjoy.  Wishing all a good weekend!

Besides the Autumn poets sing

Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze—

A few incisive Mornings—
A few Ascetic Eves—
Gone—Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod"—
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."

Still, is the bustle in the Brook—
Sealed are the spicy valves—
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves—

Perhaps a squirrel may remain—
My sentiments to share—
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind—
Thy windy will to bear!

Courage

This week, as I write my blog, I think about the concept of courage and what significance it holds for me.  These three weeks, I have to admit, have been rough ones.  Finding a routine, managing to be prepared for class and finding the strength to write that paper, or study for that test, I must admit, is overwhelming.  Although I have done this so many times I can count, each and every semester, it is a test of my endurance: of what I’m made.  Everytime, though, I manage to see the “big” picture, once and for all through this incredible journey called Messiah College, and it is such an incredible journey!  Going through self-doubt only strengthens my resolve to strive harder, find the energy to type that final keystroke.  The word courage defines my on-going journey and that, in itself, gives me the courage to move ahead! 

Pondering…

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Hello again!  I’m checking in for my weekly chat.  As I pondered my subject for today’s blog, I thought how we all overcome our human fragility, but in many different ways, and how we discover the strength to perform the present task.  Some of us thrive on adversity, but others melt in its unending glare.  Although we thrive on adversity 95% of the time, we sometimes fail or falter in our endeavors.  In a moment of weakness, we question our set path or goal, but in triumph, we are confident in the fact that we have the strength and fortitude to accomplish what we set out to do.  I hope I will have that strength and fortitude in the coming semester. 

I’m Back

 Hi Folks,

As promised, here is my weekly blog.  Better late than never, right?  As all of you are aware, I’m back at Messiah College and taking one of my last required English courses this fall in order to graduate.  I believe Composition Theory and Pedagogy will be a very thought-provoking class, much more so than others.  In lieu of a mentorship program requirement for the other students, I will be mentoring myself through my blog. 

On Tuesday, the first day of class, the professor handed out a list of quotes to respond to in writing.  I found a quote that fits me perfectly.  “Why am I compelled to write?  Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear.  Because I have no choice.  Because I must keep the spirit of my revolt and myself alive.  Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me.  By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it…Finally I write because I’m scared of writing but I’m more scared of not writing.”  Strangely enough, this continuously has been an anthem throughout my life.  This is true, not only for me, but for others.  I feel if I didn’t write, I would burst at the seam.  As I said before, I hope I can engender change in lives similar to my own.  I hope that as readers saw in my blog throughout the summer, and continue to see, complacency is not a choice not only for me, but also for all of us. 

Signing Off

Hello All,

As you can probably figure out by my lack of blogging, I moved back to Messiah College Wednesday afternoon.  I previously took some time in the last few weeks to indulge myself in favorite summer spots.  I let these days just slide over me before the rat-race of college life begins once more.  It’s hard to believe another summer went by so quickly; and yet it always does, doesn’t it?

Last week, I had the opportunity to visit my all-time cherished spot—Gettysburg—with my friend, Angie.  After visiting the new Lincoln Museum, which by the way is marvelous, we took a tour of the National Cemetery.  As we made our journey through the rolling hills, I thought how the brevity of life haunts us all, and yet, it does not have to.  If we are a light in another’s life, that light never dies.  Although our physical bodies fade away, our presence always remains. 

I’m saying all of this to make a point.  The journey of my internship with United Cerebral Palsy has been so amazingly incredible, with the help of Lynda Bowen and the rest of UCP’s staff, that I’m still awestricken!  It is true, as my internship demonstrated; we can be a light in other’s eyes, if we try.  Though I’m sad to see it end, this internship taught me that valuable lesson. 

With great regret, I’m taking a respite from blogging two or three times a week: only for a short time, though.  Thank you all for religiously following me.  I plan to write a ritual Friday afternoon blog, but I can’t promise anything.  I’ll try not to disappoint you!  Thank you all for believing in me, for success stems out of belief.  Signing off for now :)

Hope

Yesterday, as my internship ended, I thought how I compared myself to Emily Dickinson in one of my early blog posts.  The poem on my blog fits me precisely.  Emily Dickinson never penned truer words.  Hope, I discovered, is a thing with wings because it takes you places you never been before.  For me, my internship is proof of that. 

I would like to extend a grateful thanks to the staff at UCP, especially Lynda Bowen, who entrusted me with the internship, and allowed me to be part of their voice for a short time.  As I prepare for another journey this fall, I know I will look upon my college career, and life in general, with a renewed lease.  Most importantly, during my time at UCP, I learned if you follow your dreams, there is no telling what will come.  Just have HOPE!

The Finale? Not Quite Yet!

It seems my focus this week is on endings; the ending of summer, my internship and a somewhat carefree existence.  Isn’t that what summer means: that bubble of time where you let yourself go?  As I think of the final weeks of this summer, especially the final week of my internship, sadness tugs at my heart.  It is the ending of something special and unique to me.  I enjoyed not only the tasks assigned to me, but making a difference in people’s thoughts, maybe even existence.  That was the most rewarding part of the journey.

Just maybe I learned a valuable lesson, also.  Even as a little girl, it fascinated me how words shape individuals’ thoughts and perceptions.  I guess as an English major, I realized the importance of language to a certain extent, but never examined it in much detail.  After writing so many literary treatises, words lost their glamor, and most importantly, meaning.  

During my internship with United Cerebral Palsy, I learned words, MY words, impacted so many people it still totally amazes me.  To be presented with the opportunity this summer to intern with UCP still boggles my mind.  What an amazing experience!  Even though I am grieved over its ending, I’ll think upon my internship with happiness and hope I will have the opportunity to be honored with the pleasure again!

Believe

Today, I saw an article that reminded me a person’s potential is never known until it is tested and how powerful believing in yourself can be.  Dr. Sheehan was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy at a young age and doctors gave little or no hope she would be a success.  Contrary to their belief, she completed an undergraduate degree in psychology, (with honors), then received her doctorate in the same field.  Reading this article only made me want to strive harder in my life and make a difference to those dearest to my heart, like Dr. Sheehan.  As my internship with United Cerebral Palsy ends, I hope believing in myself caused an impact in someone’s life, (more than one, with a bit of luck) while I had fun along the way.  It’s been a great ride this summer!

Robert Frost

Today, I read some of the poems of Robert Frost and remembered that I wrote a poem in a reflection of one of his.  I thought I would post it for you.  Enjoy!

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

--Robert Frost, Excerpt from “The Road Not Taken, Mountain Interval, 1920”

View of “The Road Not Taken”

So many years have passed.

Life eternally presents many roads to travel by.

Youth pretends to be our friend,

displaying all the splendors of life

before our very eyes.

Then, one day we have to choose;

win or lose. 

Yes, the ‘one less traveled by’ is

the one, excluding much fun.

Are we happy with this plight?

Yes, because we know what is right and wrong,

thus, we do what is right.

Grace

Today, I wanted to do a little commentary on a movie I saw over the weekend.  Amish Grace is a moving testimonial of the Amish school shooting that happened near home a few years ago.  The movie represents the omnipresent faith and forgiveness these individuals posses, yet shows the human side of them as well.  As I watched the movie, I pondered my own faith and the ability to forgive, and like everyone, sometimes I fall short of this act.  I came to the realization that the mere thought of forgiveness is a way to cleanse the mind, but allows errors and us to be human.  What a revelation!

Growing Old

     Here is a short story I wrote a few years ago.  Again, it tells of a life experience I had.  It gives words to the meaning of life.  Read and enjoy!

Growing Old

           

            Ever since the Spring semester, I struggled with the pace of my life, particularly the rate that I was going in receiving college credits.  It seemed like it would be an eternity until I would be done with college and be a “success”, I thought.  The months of my summer vacation seemed to drag.  “I could be doing something about it, instead of doing absolutely nothing for three whole months,” I quibbled.

            One hot early July morning, Sal, who had been my step dad’s best friend, called my mom and asked if I wanted a vat of his homemade, very Italian spaghetti sauce, or “sorce”, as he called it.  I love his accent!  This had been a tradition ever since we had known Sal.  My heart soared because I love absolutely love his spaghetti sauce!  “I’ll bring all the makings.” he said on the phone.  “I’ll be there in a half hour, an hour, tops!” 

An hour later, Sal came tottering up the sidewalk, both hands full of plastic grocery bags.  As he came in the front door, he called out, “Okay, let’s get this party started!”

                   I instantly noticed how Sal had aged.  Lines were there on his face that weren’t there before and there was slowness in his walk.  He moved around in the kitchen with slow persistence. 

                   “Oh damn”, he suddenly said, “I forgot the oregano.  I always forget something anymore!”

                   My Mom piped up, “I’ll get it, Sal.  I need to go to the store anyway.”  She scurried out the door.  His irritation seemed to vanish instantly as he plopped on a kitchen chair.  He patted my knee and asked, “So how’s it going, Hope?”  His face showed genuine interest. 

                   “Okay, Sal,” I said, “still working on my degree.  Unfortunately, I have a way to go yet.  It drives me crazy—all of my friends graduated and have jobs and are out in the world making a living while I’m taking two classes a semester!”  I shook my head in disgust.

                   “Hope, you just saw what happened here.  I forgot the oregano.  No big deal.  People get so caught up in what they haven’t done.  Yes, I got upset about the oregano, but what is the use in getting all distressed about it,” he said, “and you are so very young.  Don’t be in such a hurry and get in a web of worries because maybe you will never get out of them.   You’ll turn old before you know it.  Enjoy life while you can. Be forever present in the moment and that will bring the greatest joy to your life”.

                   I looked at this man—this man who had lived for eighty odd years, been through wars, watched his beloved wife die from cancer, was forced to move out of his house because he was “too old” and was subject to his daughter-in-law’s every whim.  “He’s still happy,” I thought, “happy to just be”. 

                   Suddenly, I realized that Sal had a message for me.  I looked at this man with new eyes and a new heart, for he had reminded me of an invaluable lesson that day.  I repeated his words in my mind.  “Enjoy life while you can and be forever present in the moment and that will bring the greatest joy to your life”.  I silently thanked Sal for these words of wisdom as we sat down to a fabulous spaghetti meal.

A New Era

In my travels today, I found a very uplifting article about a girl with Down syndrome who is a swimwear model for a major designer’s campaign.  For me, it’s the sign of changing times; and it will usher in a new era.  It gladdens my heart this is taking place!  As I said before, I grew up with the underlying stigma of being “different” and somewhat of a novelty in school.  It is a great boost, not only to the disabled world, but also to the community at large to have special needs clients for this effort.  Change is afoot, and I can’t wait to see what comes next!

The Mennonite Way

Yesterday, I encountered a truly amazing experience.  I had the opportunity to visit with both of my friend Alta’s grandmothers.  It was a perfect afternoon for a ride and and I leapt to get a glimpse of this different and fascinating world.  All the way in the car, I anticipated what conversations we would have; whether I’d be confortable or not.  I already met the one grandmother, but hadn’t the other.

While I visited with one grandmother, then the other, it struck me how our minds conjure misconceptions without even our knowledge.  As long as I remember, I have vigorously fought people’s perceptions of me and tried to display my true nature.  Yesterday, I realized I was guilty of the transgression of labeling individuals.  To my pleasure, I found myself completely comfortable with both grandmothers, even enjoying myself.  Ultimately, they accepted me and I them.  What a refreshing concept!  The world, I think, would be a better place if we followed the Mennonite way, with total acceptance of others.  Maybe someday, that will become our inherant nature.  

Ultimate Realization

I am still going through my old writing, and I found another piece I'd like to share.  Again, it tells how a realization can push your thoughts into a totally different direction.  This week, I feel nostalgic.  I admit, below may be considered amateur, but it is an anecdote about one of my life's discoveries.  Enjoy!

Ultimate Realization

The day was clear and sunny.  Although the July sun beat down heavily, there was a slight breeze swaying the trees as I made my way through the myriad of white headstones lining the ground in perfect, neat rows.  I had always looked upon the grave sites as a collective whole, not as individual graves. 

This particular day was different, though—an epiphany of sorts!  I glanced at the dates on one particular head stone; it read: “Mary Caldwell—1848-1874—a brief glimmer of sunlight through the trees”.   All of a sudden, my attention seemed out of my control, riveted to soaking in the meaning of the inscription.  This person was the same age as I am now when she passed away.  That seemed so young, with so many promises yet to fulfill—like me.  Yet somehow, it was obvious, she had impacted individuals and brought joy into their lives—so much so that they felt compelled to engrave that epitaph on her gravestone.  I tried to picture her in my mind.  What color were her eyes and hair?  How tall was she?  How did she spend her days?  How did she die?  I had so many questions bouncing around in my head, I felt almost dizzy. 

Then, conversations I had had with family and friends during the past months began taking the place of the circling questions.  In those conversations, I had scrutinized and battered myself over how long it was going to take me to graduate from college and become employed.  I had complained about how the years were getting away from me; how I was afraid I was going to die without getting anything of note accomplished during my lifetime; how I “hadn’t made my mark on the world”.

Now came this moment of realization, looking at this gravestone.  A new awareness started to overtake me.  In my mind, I repeated the words on the marker—“a brief glimmer of sunlight through the trees”.  “That can surely be me,” I thought.

I had started to understand that it is not through your accomplishments or fame that individuals will remember you.  Instead, it is through the kindness you show to those around you—how you work to uplift the spirit of others.  “If I can be that brief, but ever-present ‘sunlight through the trees’,” I thought, “maybe my life, too, will be worth remembering.” 

Hemmingway and Me

Below is a part of an essay I wrote a few years ago for a writing class.  Although it’s been in my archives for years, I think it signifies life’s journey: not only for me, but also for all.  Enjoy!

                                                                                                                      July 19, 2008

Dear Diary,

        Today is a day I think I will remember for the rest of my life.  Imagine me—a published poet!  It’s a great milestone for my 27^th year.  It’s hard to believe my thoughts and emotions are packaged with those of other poets in a book for the entire world to see.  It’s hard to wrap my mind around the magnitude of it all—and to think the poem was borne out of my spirit’s despair!

        I vividly recall how the poem first took seed in my mind.  About a month or two ago, I was feeling really low about my life, and about how it seemed I had made little progress.  The pace of my journey seemed so slow.  I pondered my fate as a writer, a college student, and as a human being in general.  “Where will this journey ultimately end up,” I asked myself.  I wondered if my trials and hard work would count for nothing and lead nowhere.

        Then, I began to remind myself of how very far I had come, just in the past two years.  Why was I in such of a hurry trying to accomplish my goals in such a short period of time?  I still have time. I have the rest of my life!

        Right now, the last stanza of my newly published poem echoes in my mind:

Hemmingway failed in

Life’s adventure.

Not Me.

Never me.

It was another awakening—just the beginning.  This summer has added another layer to my spirit.   I guess I’m ready and eager for life’s next adventure—no matter what it may hold and where it leads.

Beach Trip

Sometimes, we need to remember the gifts that are bestowed upon us every single day.  Last week was a reminder to me although untoward events occur; there is always a positive aspect to every situation and to treasure those gifts.

I absolutely love the beach, but we haven’t gone as much this summer as we have in the past.  The opportunity arose for me to go with my friend, Alta, and two of her Mennonite buddies.  As the day approached, my heart swelled.  I was ready to burst by the time the day arrived.  The van was packed and loaded, and after saying goodbye to Mom, Alta and I were on our way.  Halfway through our trip, we heard a loud boom…we discovered one of the tires went flat!  We sat and waited for two hours, and we were on our way again, minus the flat tire…Crisis averted.  Hooray!

After spending three fun-filled days at the beach, it was time to go home.  I was a little sad to go, but ready to see my Mom.  The old adage applied; it’s good to be away, but even better to go home!  As Alta and I made our way to Pennsylvania, I noticed an odd smell coming from the van.  The smell became stronger, and Alta managed to pull into a garage.  After waiting two hours, my Mom finally made it to to Delaware and rescued us.  Needless to say, Alta and I were both ready to spit nails!

Looking back on our trip, though, I realized as much as we had our trials, we were also blessed: Blessed that we had a wonderful time while at the beach.  I swear I never laughed so hard in my life!  The time at the beach signified to me that whatever obstacles come into our path, there is always a way to overcome them, even if that means a little sweat and dirt along the way!

World CP Day

World CP Day is two months away, but today, my brain worked overtime and I came up with twenty-five items that would better my life greatly.  If you have any ideas to add to the list, please post.  Have a good weekend.

1.     Ability to text—telephone—eye scan

2.     Joystick or eye controlled ipod

3.     Eye scanning keyboard

4.     Eye scanning mouse

5.     Absorbing designer clothing

6.     Mini toe keyboard pointer

7.     Eye scanning computer screen

8.     Eye activated VCR \ DVD player

9.     Toe activated VCR\DVD player

10.  TV touch screen remote (separate from actual TV)

11.  Eye activated lights (on and off)

12.  Eye \ toe activated window blinds (up and down)

13.  Eye \ toe activated radio

14.  Eye \ toe activated CD player

15.  Eye activated keyboard

16.  Powered wheelchair to go on the beach

17.  Eye / toe activated beach umbrella

18.  Eye \ toe activated sun screen dispenser

19.  Eye \ toe activated temperature guage for shower

20.  Eye \ toe activated stair lift chair

21.  Automatic shampoo dispenser

22.  Automatic shower head (one that moves by eye or foot)

23.  Automatic night light (one that moves by eye or foot)

24.  Eye volume activated speakers for the computer

25.  Automatic printer page sorter (one that moves by eye or foot)