Monday, September 27, 2010

oh, to be a pack mule

The week at OutDoorLab was pretty great. I was so tired when I returned home. However, I need another week or two away from it all. I’d go back in a heartbeat if I had the chance right now.
All I had to do was use muscle (you try pushing a kid in a wheelchair up mountains, while everyone else who is simply walking is trying to breathe). It was strangely comforting. In some ways, I was a only good for my strength, in other ways a tiny bit of a hero (not really) as there was no way this child could have done any of the mountain classes without me there. I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to look at my life too much. There were few connections to the past there, some, but not many.
Now, I have to think again. Have to remember again. Have to look at reality again. Ugh.


Geoffwah said...

I know it's the tendency for people who work with those who have disabilities to automatically self-deprecate when praise is offered. But please know that this kind of work you do is truly inspirational, and that very few people would be willing to do what you do everyday. Hero, mentor, are a star.

Brandon said...

You are always too sweet and too kind. Either way, it was nice to wake up to such words. :)