Helpers

One day last week, in the span of about an hour, were two events (well, three) that typified my life. They were bad, just flat-out sucked, and were caused — no surprise — by  Friedreich’s ataxia. 

But in the midst of the suckiness were people (and a dog) who helped me very willingly.

First, I were to the bathroom to use a urinal. I dropped it, but Fame was there to help me. The second time I dropped it, though, there was little Fame could do. But Mom answered my call and got me and my chair cleaned up.

Shortly after, back at my desk, I coughed and broke my keyboard tray. I asked my brother-in-law for help.  He took the tray out to his workshop and fixed it.

I  am lucky.