Floor Cookies

here is the picture Whit took from the day I was in between speeches trying to make cookies and I fell off my wheelchair and continued to bake.

boo-boos

I spoke at the Valley Mental Hospital today for the patients there and I got some major insights into "disability." The patients there look normal, just like us, but their disabilities are much more paralyzing than mine are. They don't have what they call "casserole" disabilities, like when someone brings you and your family a dinner casserole because you're having a hard time.

They don't get the sympathy from other people for their struggles. Just like anyone with any kind of unseen challenge doesn't.

I don't think anyone should dwell on their disability or require sympathy for it, but maybe if we each offered it willingly, without being asked, each of us would get a little unsolicited hug and kiss for our invisible, but very felt, boo-boos.