i have been thinking much of late on the meaning of life. one thing comes to mind each time i set my mind upon the subject. i recall some months ago my school had a dodgball competition as a practice of encouraging each other. i learned that day a very valuable lesson it was much more important than what was intend to be learned.
being in a wheelchair and longing just for once to do what others do has been deep seeded in my heart and so i lined up with the rest of the upperclassmen and as the whistle blew i wheeled down to the line to try to get a ball, failing to do so i grew anxshuss for a ball to nail someone with in my haist i caused 5 people to callide into my wheelchair and hurt them self. at the time i blew it off as them being a tease. later that night i started to realize the smallest things will effect the big things in life. a simple game of doge ball seemed so harmless but as a result of my desire to be like everyone else who walks i hurt others.
it is so easy to forget that life is made up of the little things that seem so meaningless but indeed make up the majority of life. i feel as though paying more attention to the small things would make more a wiser person in myself.
