On Saturday I was listening to some music. I was beginning to write the manuscript of my book. God bless my intuition when I fell asleep. I woke up just in time. Was I still dreaming? Or was I awake? I hate to wake up suddenly and not remember anything. I can't believe that I am still a student, thinking about things that a mature person thinks about.
Like men and women being equal in everything, higher pay for doctors, and training nurses to look after me when my parents die.
Hey, Mum, hey Dad, can I have a car? So I can drive myself places.
Sure you can, but you have to become more mobile so you can hold the steering wheel.
I know that it will take a while, but I'm getting there.
The end.
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Love From Me
Non-FictionA short anthology about my experiences of being a disabled person living in the 21st Century in Australia. Love From Me is about me having Cerebral Palsy and me coming to terms with it. In retrospect, for people who have known me, you know that I ne...
