It’s the little things..

 It wasn’t until I was disabled that I understood happy crying. I’ve done it twice over the smallest things that anybody would take for granted if a person was able bodied. The first time I was so happy that I cried was the first time I walked while holding a single hand and the second was when I clapped. They were events that happened years apart. Such basic things that brought me so much happiness. I hadn’t done either in so long that it was great to finally do them again. So much changed over the course of one surgery. I didn’t even know that becoming disabled was a possibility. I was so happy to walk and clap. I can’t even express how good it felt. I’m so thankful to therapy because I’m doing things that I thought I couldn’t.