Sometimes we all hear about people that have been born with, or suffer from huge physical difficulties or accidents that leave them unable to move, or walk, or do simple things.
Some of these stories reach us after the person has beat the odds and didn't listen when doctors said they would never walk, or talk, or live life fully again.
When I hear these stories, I see miracles, and feel hope. That no matter what, sometimes there
can be healing far surpassing what was even believed possible.

I heard about one of these today and I thought that it was amazing that this person, once paralyzed could walk and move almost like they had before. They said that they felt their recovery was part of some greater plan for their lives, or to show others that hope and faith can move mountains. True. Yet, what if they didn't work hard for it? What if they gave up and just subscribed to the diagnoses?
They did have to participate in the recovery afterall.

Makes me wonder if I should cherish the fact that I can walk with ease today, that I'm not blind, or deaf, or paralyzed, or in pain. That my mind is bright and functional, that my memory is good, that my skin is not covered in lesions, or my blood has no disease. That I can, at any time, take care of myself fully, and be as independent as I like. All of these things that I do not have to work hard for, spending hours in rehab for, trying to get back to. These things that I take for granted everyday.

Maybe that is what that fellow is here for, not just to let those in accidents know they could recover too, but to let someone like me know how amazing it is to be able to have so much that I take for granted everyday.