Gettysburg

For everyone who knows anything about me, I absolutely love to go to Gettysburg.  Even though the town is rich in its documentation of the war, it feels everywhere I go there holds an untold story, open to imagination and interpretation.  Even I have a tendency to forget this when I’m there, caught up in the town’s brutality and mass slaughter.  But, this year, as the 150^th anniversary of the epic battle approached, I stopped to ponder what Gettysburg means to me, primarily as a person who has a disability.

To me, the Battle of Gettysburg parallels my situation with Cerebral Palsy.  Both mean participating in a fight that will exist far beyond lifetimes, but maybe, just maybe, it will improve lives along the way. Like the partcipants in Gettysburg, we all are a thread in the unending tapestry—life, subject to future interpretation, waiting to tell its untold story.  All lead epic battles; some of the stories are just waiting to be told.