I’m reading The Able Life of Cody Jane by Marly Cornell, and I was hoping to finish it in time to tell you all about it tonight, but I don’t think I will. Reading the stories of other people, especially of those with spina bifida who were born around the same time as I was, shows me how far things have come since the late 1960’s/early 1970’s in the kind of medical treatments that were available and the accessibility of education at even the kindergarten/first grade level.
I wonder how I would have grown and developed had I had access to the opportunities there are now. I wonder how my life would have turned out if I had tried using hand controls to learn to drive when I was 16 years old. But then I wonder how my life would have turned out if I hadn’t been able to walk without crutches or braces or even needed a wheelchair in my younger years. I might not have been able to go to the college of my choice. I might not have been able to do the things at college that interested me.
I would have missed my time in Savannah with the Baptist Center. I wouldn’t have have been able to do the walking and climbing stairs that allowed me to function in their older buildings and minister to the people of that community.
I wouldn’t have been able to move to Kentucky for seminary. Nor would living in Canada have been much of an option.
Am I glad things went the way they did for me? This might be something to think about more deeply. I know some of these experiences made me who I am, but would I change them if I could? I just don’t know.