I thought about how much I love to walk and how I would handle life if I no longer could. I know I could handle it. I would find a way to get around in my wheelchair or whatever. I know I could handle it. But what if my communication skills went away?
It's ironic. The Great Communicator. Communication is where I excel. And yet in my off hours I speak to almost nobody. These great skills of mine are put to no use at all. Except that I store thoughts away to put in my journal or into a story or some other piece of writing or to talk about with someone some day. If I could no longer talk or write...I don't know if I could get past that.
