My president just untied Bush's ridiculous noose around the neck of stem cell research.
Now I'm praying for a diabetes cure.
I guess everybody has heroes in their childhood. One of my biggest, and longest lasting, is Jill Kinmont, the young skiier who broke her neck while preparing for a big event prior to racing in the Olympics. They made a couple of TV movies about her, and over the years I've followed her story.
After her accident paralyzed her from the shoulders down, Jill made a life for herself.
She went to college, got her teaching degree, married, and has LIVED a full life. She recently retired from teaching, but is still an incredibly active person.
When I first contemplated getting my first wheelchair, I went through some emotional changes. But Jill Kinmont stood out in my mind as proof that a wheelchair isn't a prison, that it can be a true blessing. That you can still be a worthwhile person, even if you're disabled.
So here I am, some thirty years after I first heard of Jill, and I decided to see if her phone number was listed.
And I just got off the phone with an incredibly gracious woman who I felt the overwhelming urge to thank for her impact on my life.
I feel good.