“My advice to other disabled people would be, concentrate on things your disability doesn’t prevent you doing well, and don’t regret the things it interferes with. Don’t be disabled in spirit, as well as physically,” said Stephen Hawking, renowned physicist and director of research at the Center for Theoretical Cosmology, University of Cambridge, in a May 2011 interview with The New York Times.
I’m trying Stephen, I’m trying.
His knowledge of cosmology was mind-blowing to me, to me as a young girl who loved space and the planets, and now I listen to his words (still left behind) about his curiosity at what’s out there, up there, somewhere.
Stephen Hawking was, it seems to me, about three things: family, curiosity, and humour.
I’m thankful my passion project has been released.
My movie survey is right there on the home page.
I’m thankful my father and my uncle had a successful and necessary road trip together this week.
They had to travel, go for a few days, to deal with a few things from my uncle’s passing away last week.
I’m just glad they could do it together, as brothers.
I’m thankful I heard back from a few local media outlets about spreading my message for better audio description.
radio station (104.7 HeartFM)
put my story on the Friday morning news report and on their website.
I’m thankful for another yoga session and I felt no lingering issues.
I felt badly about myself, a little as I was doing the stretches, but tried to give myself a break.
I really do wish I were more flexible, in ways that matter like strength and balance, but I do pay close attention to the sound of her voice as I try to follow along and not think too much.
If you know me much at all, you know that’s not so easy for me, but that’s the one hour out of my week I really try my best.
I’m thankful my part (introduction) is almost entirely complete on a paper about the value of braille.
I was thankful to have the help from a research and referencing expert, a library student, to give my writing credibility. I would never want to appear as if I were trying to take credit for words, thoughts, or ideas that weren’t my own.
I am not sure what is left to do, where this paper will end up, but I am proud I am part of it.
I’m thankful for Ireland.
I don’t use St. Patrick’s Day as an excuse to get shit faced, but I do understand the celebration of a country such as Ireland because it is an important place to me.
I’m thankful for Canada.
When all hell’s breaking loose with the current US Wh, and when governments like China and Russia seem so corrupt because their leaders seem to go unchallenged, I am grateful for the relative calm here.
I know some would argue about the actual fairness of things, even here, but I know it could be worse. Even when I find Ontario to be heading in the wrong direction, I can feel good that people can choose.
I am thankful I can speak about such things, here on my blog, without fear of being silenced.
Nobody’s attempting to assassinate me by poisoning with a powerful nerve agent. Phew.
I’m thankful for Stephen Hawking’s words (see above, to the quote at the top of this post).
I am thankful, also, for his ability to see the lighter side of life.
RIP Mr. Hawking.