The world will never know what it is like to sit on most every day and wonder what it would be like if I lived a average life.

The feeling of being classified as disabled.

A light hearted poem in verse about the dangers of a doctor’s waiting room.

A plea for the old and disabled for help with fuel costs!!!

Just a wee poem.

Protests by people with disabilities where the more severe who drool and talk differently are not permitted to meet with important officials – experienced in 1999.

A poem to a woman I met who has a severe disability. She later became my wife.

This is about going to school and figuring out the other students weren’t like me. I was on a journey to fit in and make friends.

This is just a short story on how a person having to retire on disability stuggles to adjust with not being able to go back to work.

A poem about my world…