Dear Cole,
Today is going to be hard. Again. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Getting dressed will be a challenge; you’ll need someone to help you. Brushing your teeth will be, too. Even feeding yourself breakfast could be frustrating enough to throw you off for the rest of the day. That is after you waited patiently for someone to prepare it for you while doing your best to ignore the put-upon look on their face.
But these are struggles with which you’re familiar. Eight years of fighting every day has made you stronger, better, and prepared to conquer whatever needs conquering. You know now the skills needed to live a full life despite the constraints of quadriplegia. And armed with those skills, you have. Remember what you have accomplished from your wheelchair. When you would rather stay in bed than have someone come dress you, remember. When you are on the verge of hurling your toothbrush at the mirror, remember. When your appetite is lost because you can see the burden its preparation placed on a loved one, remember.
Trust me, I know your frustration. I feel it, too. Every little struggle drives it deeper and deeper. Before long that frustration will morph into anger and you will wish with each fiber of your being that you never took that dive. But does it matter? Dive you did, and a quadriplegic you now are. Therefore, nurturing such hatred over confinement to a wheelchair serves no purpose other than confining your spirit as well, and that simply won’t do. You’ve too much to offer the world, to yourself, to allow anger from within to ground you. And, believe me, anger will ground you far more deeply than the wheels on your chair ever could.
Yes, today is going to be hard. You knew that, though. And you know that today, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, you are going to blow it out of the water.
-Cole