I felt such a connection with her. She was so open about her husband’s disability, but not in a way that seemed as if she was seeking pity. She was all for being obvious that he was in a wheelchair, but she didn’t want me to say that I was sorry or that I felt bad for her. She just accepted that as a part of her life. It was enriching to meet someone so accepting of the events in a lifetime. It wasn’t like it was her choice to have her husband be disabled, but she accepted it and made it known that yes, he was unable to walk, but no, he wasn’t unable to live. That’s what was so refreshing about talking with her, she is one of the few people I have met that know that to be able to live doesn’t mean to be in great health or state of mind, but to just be happy with what you are doing.
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