What makes you whole?
I’ve been struggling with the accident of a friend of mine. Forty years as a machinist and he cut off his hand. I know soldiers frequently deal with the loss of a limb. Is it any different because you knew it could happen? Does that ease the blow? Do you ever say, “At least I’m not dead”? Or does that make it harder because you fight wishing you were?
Trauma is hard enough to deal with without limb loss. Does it get easier if you learn to see your disability as a badge of honor? Is that even possible? I can’t even imagine what you deal with or how hard it must be. How hard you must work to keep your thoughts positive so you don’t sink into depression! I honor you.
And for the record, you aren’t any less of a person because you are missing a limb. Wholeness comes from inside. It’s more about the way one thinks and loves, one’s attitude, than body parts.
