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Why We Fund Raise, Why I’m Grateful, and What “This” Is All “About”

Last Tuesday I had a ton of medical appointments. I arranged carefully the week before, to avoid missing therapies and repeating city-suburb commutes. When I called Medicaid for my ride to the hospital, I discovered traveling needs had been outsourced to a private company, which in turn had subcontracted them to another accessible car provider… By Monday evening, I was still unsure whether someone would pick me up. Not until 10 PM could the sub...

Tony Judt

When I have a particularly difficult time navigating my new physical and social situation, I look for examples of people who have continued to live their lives with grace and poise despite physical limitations. No doubt, there are countless examples of men and women, more or less famous, who can astound any of us with their resolve and perseverance. I’m just scratching at the surface. The one example I already had before my injury, who,...

The RIC Rocks!

I’ve left the inpatient Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago!  The new ”wheelchair – bound – while – in – the – suburbs” issues are their own bag of tragic hilarity. Before I get to them though, I want to affirm that the RIC, where I’ve been for the past months, is an amazing place to do therapy. Look how friendly my therapists seem! I promise, they even smile when we’re not taking photographs!  Incidentally, they are also supremely competent and passionate about what...

Photos & Connecting

Blog post number two is just one about connections. Virtual ones, no less, so extremely unsatisfying. Still, I invite you to see some photos on the Facebook and Flickr. http://facebook.com/alexbtrust http://flickr.com/photos/alexbtrust/ For now, you can find the photos from “Sunday for Alex” on both sites (different sets on each!). There are also videos and photos from the Valentine’s Day Banquet. As for me, I have been taking photos during rehabilitation and have many possibly interesting videos...

on gratitude and patience

“Thank you” has never seemed as trivial as it does now: the visits to the hospital, the letters and e-mails, the financial support –  when I say thank you for these things, I’m not expressing gratitude for individual actions, but rather for the way in which – quite seriously – they make my life still worth living and my dreams still worth having.  With the stakes so high, a mere “thank you” somehow does not...
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