In a perfect world… Even if I’m still a quadriplegic in this perfect world… If I could just find some way to work and earn enough money to support myself and my children on my own without government assistance. It would allow me to have a sense of pride and I would hypothetically walk taller.
In a perfect world… I would be able to afford everything my children want and need. No I do not believe it is a good idea to just give in to your kids and constantly just buy what they want. At least not without teaching them not to be snobby and bratty. Show them that they still need to earn it and be responsible to obtain it. Teach them it’s never okay to make fun of other people because of what they’re wearing. Teach them that it’s okay not to make lots of money teach them to help out the way I enjoy helping others.
In a perfect world… My vehicle would be adapted so that I can drive it. I would be able to come and go as I please not needing caregivers to open doors and sign papers for me. I would be much more capable of doing things on my own. If I could just move my fingers a little bit I could do so much more. I wouldn’t be worried or concerned about losing my house. I would have more set aside for a rainy day and something substantial to leave when I’m gone.
In a perfect world… I wouldn’t have constant anxiety. I wouldn’t stress and worry about everything going on so much. I would know how to calm myself now and tell myself things will be all right and things will work themselves out. I would only need to go to the doctor once a year for a checkup rather than 6 or 12 times a year. Or more. I would have a truck that I could drive. I would be able to mow the lawn on my own. Is it weird that I miss mowing the lawn even though it was hot and sweaty and sometimes hard to do?
You hear people sit there and say I hope this person suffers for doing that and I wish this on that guy… I can say firsthand the things that I’ve been through… I don’t wish this shit on nobody not even my worst nightmare. I’ve been through a lot I’ve struggled real hard.
I swear it’s my fault I ended up in a wheelchair. Before the accident I would stand at the back window of my house drinking my after work beer and just thinking about life. I would say to myself I’d do anything to not have to worry about bills and I would ask my ex-wife if she’d still love me if I was in a wheelchair. It was something that came up quite often. After the accident until now I really didn’t have to worry about bills anymore and she did love me while I was in a wheelchair for 4 long years. It was nasty when it ended but it wasn’t all nasty. She worked hard to make sure I had what I needed for a while.
Hope you found this interesting… Go down to the comment section and tell me… What would your perfect world be like?
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