Living with disa*ility

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So I’m forced to borrow my wife’s computer and I discover the letter “*” doesn’t work (the one between “a” and “c”). Except I just noticed that twice the letter worked fine in the last sentence. Hmmm. It seems to work when I’m unconsciously typing, *ut if a “*” comes up and I consciously think, “Uh oh, here it comes,” then I’m in trouble. See what I mean?

The first thing I notice is how few “*’s” there are in the English language. I could easily just ignore this and copy a “*” from another document and go around and put them *ack in, *ut then again, that would *e a lot of work, and wouldn’t *e as much fun as making you struggle through this Catch trying to figure it out.

This must *e a little like struggling with a disability (that time my spell checker helped me).

The next thing I notice is how keyed into anticipating a “*” I am, and whatever I did unconsciously when I first started typing, is impossible to do now that I am overly conscious of every “*.” Marti often tells me that if you swerve off the road and you start telling yourself, “Uh-oh, I’m going to hit that tree; I’m going to hit that tree!” then guess what, you’ll hit the tree. I never understood that before, *ut I do now. This must *e the same thing.

Do you live with anyone who has a disability? (Thank you, again, spellcheck.) It takes a little extra effort to figure them out, *ut it’s not too *ad after a while. You get used to it. And come to think of it, we all are disabled in some way. There isn’t any one of us who is perfect. If we were, our name would *e Jesus. So in order to live with each other and get along, we all have to do a little extra work. We need to fill in the missing letter, and try not to draw attention to it.

*ut *e careful here. There is a difference *etween a disability and a sin. That’s a pretty important distinction to make. We don’t want to accommodate each other’s sin. I’m just talking a*out the fact that each of us has a letter that simply doesn’t work. Maybe we’re forgetful, or hard of hearing, or we talk too fast, or we’re overly picky. Maybe we have ADD, or we’re dyslexic, or we have trouble pronouncing someone’s name — could *e any number of things over which we have no control.

So let’s give each other a *reak and do whatever we have to do to live together. Change what we can, and apply grace to what we can’t, and a*ove all, love each other, *ecause love covers over a multitude of sins.

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10 Responses to Living with disa*ility

  1. Reminds me of this amusing tongue twister (just add the “B”‘s):

    The story of *etty *otter:

    *etty *otter had some *utter,
    “*ut,” she said, “this *utter’s *itter.
    If I *ake this *itter *utter,
    it would make my *atter *itter.
    *ut a *it of *etter *utter–
    now, that would make my *atter *etter.”

    So she *ought a *it of *utter,
    which was *etter than her *itter *utter,
    and she *aked it in her *atter,
    and the *atter was not *itter!
    So ’twas *etter *etty *otter
    *ought a *it of *etter *butter.

    I think my head just exploded… 🙂

  2. Tanja Cilia says:

    I had the same problem with the “e”. I got around it (oh, the letter e is the most-used!) by having Ctrl+~ as a shortcut for e and Alt+# as shortcut for E. Then one of my children reminded me that we had a spare keyboard from the old computer (this is a laptop) so I stuck it on top of the laptop keyboard. Think of it as a disability aid, like a hearing aid or a walking stick, or braces, or a wheelchair, or glasses…

  3. Sandie says:

    Can we send a copy of this to all our elected leaders in Washington…and all our state and local governments? And to our churches? I am so tired of the vitriol, no matter what side it comes from.
    But, it’s said charity starts at home (I think). So that means I need to cut the same break to others that I so desperately need for myself and pray for the above-mentioned.
    “BE YE KIND…”
    Lord please help me look for the good and focus on that. It’s not my place to judge – it’s Yours…and You’re not in that business yet…thank God. Lord, help me to be kind – help me to be wise.

  4. Dave Morgereth says:

    Sorry, but as soon as I saw this, all I could think of was the old Monty Python sketch about the man who can’t say the letter “C”. (Here’s the sanitized version)

    Travel Agent: So, you’re interested in one of our adventure holidays, are you?
    Tourist: Yes I saw your advert in the bolour supplement.
    Travel Agent: The what?
    Tourist: The bolour supplement.
    Travel Agent: The colour supplement?
    Tourist: Yes I’m sorry I can’t say the letter ‘B’
    Travel Agent: C?
    Tourist: Yes that’s right. It’s all due to a trauma I suffered when I was a sboolboy. I was attacked by a bat.
    Travel Agent: A cat?
    Tourist: No a bat.
    Travel Agent: Can you say the letter ‘K’?
    Tourist: Oh yes, Khaki, kind, kettle, Kipling, kipper, Kuwait, Keble Bollege Oxford.
    Travel Agent: Why don’t you say the letter ‘K’ instead of the letter ‘C’?
    Tourist: What you mean…..spell bolour with a K?
    Travel Agent: Yes.
    Tourist: Kolour. Oh thank you, I never thought of that.

    • Oh, Monty Python – what a silly troupe! I love ’em!!
      I know they’re partially culpable for my own warped sense of humour:

      “NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition! Our chief weapon is surprise…surprise and fear…fear and surprise…. Our TWO weapons are fear and surprise…and ruthless efficiency…. Our THREE weapons are fear, and surprise, and ruthless efficiency…and an almost fanatical devotion to the Pope…. Our FOUR…no…
      ‘Amongst’ our weapons…. AMONGST our weaponry…are such elements as fear, surprise…. I’ll come in again…”

      😀

  5. Hans says:

    Johnny * Goode

  6. jwfisch says:

    These were fun. Thanks for joining in and thanks, Sandie, for applying the point.

  7. hahimes says:

    And dear God, please help us to be understanding towards ourselves, too, so we don’t keep beating ourselves up for the “letters” we know we’re missing.

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