A couple of weeks ago Suzie’s life ended. Her life as it had been. A freak accident left her paralysed from the chest down. Wheelchair bound. Dependent. We all know a Suzie. Maybe not directly. But we all have a friend of friend, a distant relative, a connection with a Suzie story. Being part of a Suzie story compels one to do a stocktake. A gratitude check. A quiet “thank heavens that wasn’t me” – but it could have been. What does being the lead role of a Suzie story do for Suzie? No gratitude checks here. Maybe a “why me”?
A couple of years ago, if asked, I would have replied, “Shoot me please if I come away from an accident unwhole”. But over the last few years, perhaps being part of, and meeting a few Suzies, I have had a mind change. Now I say, “Keep me in the game”. If I am breathing I am still in the running. Perhaps not in the same race. I’d like to think that once the denial, anger, grief, more anger, more grief have passed that I’ll have the courage to exit the change room saying, “I’m here to play, put me back in the game”. I wish for the strength to be able to see the things that are still beautiful. To be able to take stock. A gratitude check. A quiet “thank you; I am still here”. If it is only my eyelid that I can move, then I wish for the courage and patience and strength to become the best damn eyeblinker in the world. Leave me in the game until my final whistle blows.
Thanks to the Suzies who have led me to slowly change my thinking and attempt to embrace “what is”.
Below is the video “The Runners”. Not necessarily linked to Suzie, but linked to life and the variety of others.