::checks clock:: Gads, it's only 6:59 a.m. I've been up for two hours, but it seems like more.
Checklist for General Exam
-- proposal document with figures, tables, and references -- DONE
-- send proposal to dissertation committee -- DONE
-- Powerpoint presentation -- DONE
-- send Powerpoint to advisor for review -- ATTEMPTED (but it bounced back as too big for inbox)
-- practice talk -- TO DO
-- read some literature in a vain attempt to prepare for defense -- TO DO
-- check laser presenter to be sure batteries are good -- TO DO
-- stockpile chocolate as stress reliever -- DONE
-- be nervous -- DONE
-- be extremely nervous -- TO DO
-- take nap -- WANTED BADLY
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Countdown to GE Day -- 12 days / Choking / New Year's Lists
So yesterday I accomplished nothing in the Great General Exam Preparation (hereafter referred to as GGEP), not a single Powerpoint slide nor a single scientific word read. I offer no excuses but laziness.
I've had a cold for about a week, and this morning it tried to kill me. Literally. I woke up feeling hot and moved to push down my blankets. That done, I rolled my head from right to left to stretch my neck muscles. (Warning: potential ick factor ahead) When I did so, apparently I shifted a wad of mucus so that it blocked my airway. Unfortunately, this was stuff that had been sitting for a bit and had started to harden, thus it wasn't easy to get even a tiny bit of air around it. I had an initial second of panic in which a whipped my head back and forth a couple of times, and I must have moved it again a bit because I was able to draw a small breath. I used it to cough against the wad, moving it a little more. Another small breath, my brain screaming WANT MORE, but I kept my cool and coughed again. Small breath, cough, a little bigger breath, cough. I was making horrible mucus-y gagging choking sounds, but it occurred to me that I wasn't loud enough for my dad to hear me in the living room. I thought, "I could die on my own mucus right here." As soon as I thought that, a louder thought came through: "F--- THAT! I'm defending my proposal soon!" I coughed a few more times, and I was finally able to start the clearing your throat action. After an hour (really probably 15-20 seconds), I cleared my airway completely and took a gigantic breath. I coughed a few more times just to be sure, then thanked the Higher I got rid of it. I'll be glad when this cold is gone!
Finally, as the New Year begins, I'd like to share this wonderful insight I received on Wednesday from DailyOM. It really affected me, and I hope you enjoy it.
New Year's Resolutions: The Two Lists
A Message from DailyOM Co-Founder Scott Blum
I was fortunate to spend time with an enigmatic man named Robert during a very special period of my life. Robert taught me many things during our days together, and this time of year reminds me of one particular interaction we had.
"Now that you are becoming more aware," Robert said, "you need to begin to set goals for yourself so you don't lose the momentum you have built."
"Like New Year's resolutions?" I asked.
"That's an interesting idea," he smirked. "Let's do that."
By then I was used to his cryptic responses, so I knew something was up because of the way his eyes sparkled as he let out an impish laugh.
"Tonight's assignment is to make two lists," Robert continued. "The first is a list of all the New Year's resolutions you WANT to keep, and the second is a list of all the New Year's resolutions you WILL keep. Write the WANT List first, and when you have exhausted all of your ideas, then write the second list on another sheet of paper."
That night I went home and spent several hours working on the two lists. The WANT List felt overwhelming at first, but after a while I got into writing all the things I had always wanted to do if the burdens of life hadn't gotten in the way. After nearly an hour, the list swelled to fill the entire page and contained nearly all of my ideas of an ideal life. The second list was much easier, and I was able to quickly commit ten practical resolutions that I felt would be both realistic and helpful.
The next day, I met Robert in front of the local food Co-op, where we seemed to have most of our enlightening conversations. "Tell me about your two lists," Robert said as the familiar smirk crept onto his face.
"The first list contains all the things I SHOULD do if I completely changed my life to be the person I always wanted to be. And the second list contains all the things I COULD do by accepting my current life, and taking realistic steps towards the life I want to lead."
"Let me see the second list," he said.
I handed him the second list, and without even looking at it, he ripped the paper into tiny pieces and threw it in the nearby garbage can. His disregard for the effort I had put into the list annoyed me at first, but after I calmed down I began to think about the first list in a different light. In my heart, I knew the second list was a cop out, and the first list was the only one that really mattered.
"And now, the first list." Robert bowed his head and held out both of his hands.
I purposefully handed him the first list and held his gaze for several seconds, waiting for him to begin reading the page. After an unusually long silence, he began to crumple the paper into a ball and once again tossed it into the can without looking at it.
"What did you do that for?!" I couldn't hide my anger any longer.
Robert began to speak in a quiet and assured voice. "What you SHOULD or COULD do with your life no longer matters. The only thing that matters, from this day forward, is what you MUST do."
He then drew a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to me.
I opened it carefully, and found a single word floating in the middle of the white page:
"Love."
I've had a cold for about a week, and this morning it tried to kill me. Literally. I woke up feeling hot and moved to push down my blankets. That done, I rolled my head from right to left to stretch my neck muscles. (Warning: potential ick factor ahead) When I did so, apparently I shifted a wad of mucus so that it blocked my airway. Unfortunately, this was stuff that had been sitting for a bit and had started to harden, thus it wasn't easy to get even a tiny bit of air around it. I had an initial second of panic in which a whipped my head back and forth a couple of times, and I must have moved it again a bit because I was able to draw a small breath. I used it to cough against the wad, moving it a little more. Another small breath, my brain screaming WANT MORE, but I kept my cool and coughed again. Small breath, cough, a little bigger breath, cough. I was making horrible mucus-y gagging choking sounds, but it occurred to me that I wasn't loud enough for my dad to hear me in the living room. I thought, "I could die on my own mucus right here." As soon as I thought that, a louder thought came through: "F--- THAT! I'm defending my proposal soon!" I coughed a few more times, and I was finally able to start the clearing your throat action. After an hour (really probably 15-20 seconds), I cleared my airway completely and took a gigantic breath. I coughed a few more times just to be sure, then thanked the Higher I got rid of it. I'll be glad when this cold is gone!
Finally, as the New Year begins, I'd like to share this wonderful insight I received on Wednesday from DailyOM. It really affected me, and I hope you enjoy it.
New Year's Resolutions: The Two Lists
A Message from DailyOM Co-Founder Scott Blum
I was fortunate to spend time with an enigmatic man named Robert during a very special period of my life. Robert taught me many things during our days together, and this time of year reminds me of one particular interaction we had.
"Now that you are becoming more aware," Robert said, "you need to begin to set goals for yourself so you don't lose the momentum you have built."
"Like New Year's resolutions?" I asked.
"That's an interesting idea," he smirked. "Let's do that."
By then I was used to his cryptic responses, so I knew something was up because of the way his eyes sparkled as he let out an impish laugh.
"Tonight's assignment is to make two lists," Robert continued. "The first is a list of all the New Year's resolutions you WANT to keep, and the second is a list of all the New Year's resolutions you WILL keep. Write the WANT List first, and when you have exhausted all of your ideas, then write the second list on another sheet of paper."
That night I went home and spent several hours working on the two lists. The WANT List felt overwhelming at first, but after a while I got into writing all the things I had always wanted to do if the burdens of life hadn't gotten in the way. After nearly an hour, the list swelled to fill the entire page and contained nearly all of my ideas of an ideal life. The second list was much easier, and I was able to quickly commit ten practical resolutions that I felt would be both realistic and helpful.
The next day, I met Robert in front of the local food Co-op, where we seemed to have most of our enlightening conversations. "Tell me about your two lists," Robert said as the familiar smirk crept onto his face.
"The first list contains all the things I SHOULD do if I completely changed my life to be the person I always wanted to be. And the second list contains all the things I COULD do by accepting my current life, and taking realistic steps towards the life I want to lead."
"Let me see the second list," he said.
I handed him the second list, and without even looking at it, he ripped the paper into tiny pieces and threw it in the nearby garbage can. His disregard for the effort I had put into the list annoyed me at first, but after I calmed down I began to think about the first list in a different light. In my heart, I knew the second list was a cop out, and the first list was the only one that really mattered.
"And now, the first list." Robert bowed his head and held out both of his hands.
I purposefully handed him the first list and held his gaze for several seconds, waiting for him to begin reading the page. After an unusually long silence, he began to crumple the paper into a ball and once again tossed it into the can without looking at it.
"What did you do that for?!" I couldn't hide my anger any longer.
Robert began to speak in a quiet and assured voice. "What you SHOULD or COULD do with your life no longer matters. The only thing that matters, from this day forward, is what you MUST do."
He then drew a folded piece of paper from his back pocket and handed it to me.
I opened it carefully, and found a single word floating in the middle of the white page:
"Love."
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Countdown to GE Day -- 15 days
It looks as though my General Exam will be occurring on 14 January. The public presentation (my minimum 45 minute talk about why and what I'm doing) will be at 1:00 p.m. Central while the defense of my proposal will start around 2:15 or 2:30 and lasting as long as my committee wants.
Yesterday, I started putting together the presentation. I like making Powerpoints because I like to put in little pictures and slide titles that are humorous -- not to mention, the PP is easy because the hard part (writing the proposal) is pretty much over. An example -- one of my first slides discusses how environmental degradation can have obvious results such as extinction of a population. Next to the list of effects, I have a cartoon dinosaur with x's for eyes lying on his back in dirt with no vegetation.
Today, I will make more slides IF I can stay awake. So far, I keep falling asleep. Trying to work. Really! ::grin::
Yesterday, I started putting together the presentation. I like making Powerpoints because I like to put in little pictures and slide titles that are humorous -- not to mention, the PP is easy because the hard part (writing the proposal) is pretty much over. An example -- one of my first slides discusses how environmental degradation can have obvious results such as extinction of a population. Next to the list of effects, I have a cartoon dinosaur with x's for eyes lying on his back in dirt with no vegetation.
Today, I will make more slides IF I can stay awake. So far, I keep falling asleep. Trying to work. Really! ::grin::
Thursday, December 25, 2008
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
Just spending a quiet day at home with the folks. In a bit, I'll probably dive into my new Stephen King, but I just wanted to wish you and yours a happy holiday no matter what or how you celebrate.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
A good day
Today I woke up to an email from Lupa telling me she will be editing my submission to the anthology "Engaging the Spirit World" in the next month. To quote her email: "Just from a first look, the essay overall is good stuff! I'm probably going to have you tease out some ideas in more detail, but this is a good first draft."
::happy gimp squee::
To tell the truth, I thought it was a crap first draft that would never even make it to the editing stage, and that would have been all my fault because I didn't give myself nearly enough time to do a thorough job. If she still likes it after the second read/editing stage, I will endeavor to make it the best it can be. Imagine me being published in both the science and spiritual venues. Wow.
This afternoon, I visited with my pulmonologist about my random sleeping episodes. His instinct was that I have sleep apnea which is causing me to not rest properly. He wanted to try to get me in to the sleep clinic to do an overnight sleep test, but he didn't think they could get me in before I have to go back to NO to do my General Exam. Then I brought up something my friend Lance (who also has SMA) mentioned to me a few months ago. His youngest sister (who also had SMA) died a few years back from hypercapnia-induced renal failure (at least, that was my take on what he told me). She didn't breathe deeply while asleep and didn't exhale enough carbon dioxide. The kidneys act to help "scrub" CO2 from the blood, and because it took doctors a long time to catch Lori's hypercapnia (excessive blood CO2 levels), her kidneys became too stressed and ultimately failed. I brought this up to Dr. R because I also breathe shallowly while asleep, and he said that he had been thinking about hypercapnia as well. So, we decided to skip the sleep test and go straight for a BiPAP (bilevel positive airway pressure) machine which would be recommended for correcting sleep apnea or hypercapnia, and I don't have to worry about stressing my poor stone-prone kidneys.
Afterwards, we went to Target. I got Christmas presents for Mom and my niece, and I got fun knee high socks and German Black Forest chocolates (dark chocolate squares with a hint of cherry) for myself.
Altogether, a day of accomplishments.
::happy gimp squee::
To tell the truth, I thought it was a crap first draft that would never even make it to the editing stage, and that would have been all my fault because I didn't give myself nearly enough time to do a thorough job. If she still likes it after the second read/editing stage, I will endeavor to make it the best it can be. Imagine me being published in both the science and spiritual venues. Wow.
This afternoon, I visited with my pulmonologist about my random sleeping episodes. His instinct was that I have sleep apnea which is causing me to not rest properly. He wanted to try to get me in to the sleep clinic to do an overnight sleep test, but he didn't think they could get me in before I have to go back to NO to do my General Exam. Then I brought up something my friend Lance (who also has SMA) mentioned to me a few months ago. His youngest sister (who also had SMA) died a few years back from hypercapnia-induced renal failure (at least, that was my take on what he told me). She didn't breathe deeply while asleep and didn't exhale enough carbon dioxide. The kidneys act to help "scrub" CO2 from the blood, and because it took doctors a long time to catch Lori's hypercapnia (excessive blood CO2 levels), her kidneys became too stressed and ultimately failed. I brought this up to Dr. R because I also breathe shallowly while asleep, and he said that he had been thinking about hypercapnia as well. So, we decided to skip the sleep test and go straight for a BiPAP (bilevel positive airway pressure) machine which would be recommended for correcting sleep apnea or hypercapnia, and I don't have to worry about stressing my poor stone-prone kidneys.
Afterwards, we went to Target. I got Christmas presents for Mom and my niece, and I got fun knee high socks and German Black Forest chocolates (dark chocolate squares with a hint of cherry) for myself.
Altogether, a day of accomplishments.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Non-science Writing
If you'd like to see a small bit of original fiction I wrote this evening, head over to Deliberations by Diceros to have a read.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Music Monday
I'm going to apologize right out of the gate to anyone using dial-up to read this blog, because it has as many videos as I could nab and links to others. You see, today's entry is about music and how it affects our moods, and what better way to try to experience what I'll be talking about than to hear the music? Some of these have an emotional tie that you won't be able to experience, but some of these are all about the lyrics.
Saturday night I spent some time alone with my music, really listening to it and letting myself feel the emotions it invoked rather than it just being background noise while I wrote on the prospectus or made dinner. It was a bit of an emotional roller coaster, and I wanted to share some of those feelings since I've gotten good at bottling things up until I explode. I can group the songs into three basic groups: Songs that Remind Me I'm Not As Cynical as I Wish I Were, Songs of Remembrance, and Songs of Strength and Hope.
Songs that Remind Me I'm Not As Cynical as I Wish I Were
I'm not as cynical as I used to be – and I blame it on the Depo! That darned "feel good" hormone progesterone coursing through my body is turning me into a soft girly girl who cries every time she sees the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial on TV. Though I must admit that it's awfully nice to not have a heavy, soul-draining, irregularly-timed period every month-ish. Here are some tunes that played today that get me thinking about having someone special.
If I Were You, Collin Raye - This one's double listed. For the most part it belongs here because it's a love song, but it's not a cheesy, sappy love song (there's a little cynicism!). Collin Raye sings as part of a couple who's partner has just asked "Where we go from here?" He tells it straight up - he doesn't know ("Is what we have enough to last a whole life through? Who knows, baby, who knows."), but he'd like to figure it out ("I won't promise the moon, but I promise to be here."). The song is about real love, not idealized love. He doesn't know what the future holds, "But what if together it gets better every day?" Well, his answer is simple, really - "If I were you, I'd fall in love with me."
Chances Are, , Martina McBride and Bob Seger - This is a nice duet, and the singers' voices are nicely opposing. Seger's is deep and gravelly while McBride's is higher and smooth. They work well together with Seger's piano. A bit of the song play in the Sandra Bullock/Harry Connick Jr. movie "Hope Floats," and its tone fits really well with the movie in that it's about a love you weren't expecting that works its way subtly into your heart until one day you wake up and go, "Well, hell. I'm in love." It's shown in McBride's verse:
I remember clearly how you looked the night we met
I recall your laughter and your smile
I remember how you made me feel so at ease
I remember all your grace, your style
And now you're all I long to see
You've come to mean so much to me
It's a sweet song that I like to listen to over and over.
Shiver, Jamie O'Neal - This song is sexy. It's meant to elicit the physical and describe how a person can turn to goo just with a glance from her partner. A verse and the chorus:
I love the way your whisper slowly, softly lingers
in my ear
You move a little lower, the world starts spinning slower
Then it disappears
Your lips so close we kiss almost
Just barely touch, but that's enough to make me
Shiver
Tremble
I never, no I never once felt so much
It shakes me how you take me
Deeper than I've ever been it's to the core under my skin
I shiver
It's hot!
Songs of Remembrance
There You'll Be, Faith Hill - This song was very popular in the months after my sister died, but I didn't pay too much attention to it for quite some time. One night, I was relaxing before bed and just sitting still while listening to music. This song came on, and I really listened to the lyrics. I thought of how, when we were young, my sister and I had always backed each other up and been each other's best friend. "You showed me how it feels to feel the sky within my reach, and I always will remember all the strength you gave to me. Your love made me make it through, oh I owe so much to you. You were right there for me." I never truly recognized that I had learned a lot about inner strength of my little sister, but I suddenly knew while listening to this song that I hadn't learned enough. With the last lines of the chorus -- "I'll keep a part of you with me, and everywhere I am, there you'll be" -- I promised to keep my sister's strength and optimism with me, especially when it seems all in a situation is lost.
No Frontiers, The Corrs - For my brother's funeral, I made a CD of some of his favorite songs to play while folks gathered for the services. We finally figured out how to make the church's sound system work right before the services began, so the only song that got played was this one that I picked for when we all left the church for graveside services. This was one of our favorite songs when we lived together, and we often played Mary Black's version from a Celtic CD. When Paul discovered The Corrs years later ("It's a group of three hot Irish chicks and their brother" was how he described them), he often commented that he preferred their version over Black's.
In your eyes
Faint as a singing of a lark
But somehow this black night feels warmer for their spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us ‘til the day when fear will lose its grip
And Heaven has its way
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I’ve seen Heaven in your eyes
My brother moved past any insecurities and fears he may have felt and lived a good life. Would that everyone could.
Faithfully, Journey - I went to the same Muscular Dystrophy Association summer camp from age eight until age twenty-one, and I made some of my best friends there. Every year we had a talent show, and after the show we had a concert from the Airheads, our in-house air band made up of mostly male staff members and a couple of boy campers. We all acted as if we were at a big time concert, screaming and throwing ourselves at the "band" members. It was great fun. The Airheads specialized in "covering" REO Speedwagon, Bryan Adams, and Journey, and every year they performed "Faithfully." This song always puts a smile on my face, and sometimes it makes me cry, because it reminds me of good friends.
Songs of Strength and Hope
If I Were You, Collin Raye - I know I mentioned this song already, but it has two great lines that I need to print and put up near my home and lab computers. "If I were you I'd promise to live life for all it's worth, take all that you've been given and leave your mark upon this Earth." This is what I've been trying to do all my life. I've been trying to push through the stereotypes of disability, to show people (including some in my extended family) that a person in a wheelchair can contribute more to her/his community and the world than having a nice, safe office job. Please be aware that I am not down on office jobs. That's just not what I've been called to do. I'm a scientist, and I refuse to let bad dreams of being "fired" by advisor scare me off.
I Will Be, Lila McCann – This whole song is about believing in yourself, having confidence in yourself, and reaching for as high a goal as you dare. I don't think I can say any more than that. There's no video here, but you can hear the song at least.
I will be here, I will be strong
I'll face my fears when the night is long
And still go on
I will be brave, I will be bold
Follow my faith to a higher road
And I'm not there yet
But I will be
Saturday night I spent some time alone with my music, really listening to it and letting myself feel the emotions it invoked rather than it just being background noise while I wrote on the prospectus or made dinner. It was a bit of an emotional roller coaster, and I wanted to share some of those feelings since I've gotten good at bottling things up until I explode. I can group the songs into three basic groups: Songs that Remind Me I'm Not As Cynical as I Wish I Were, Songs of Remembrance, and Songs of Strength and Hope.
Songs that Remind Me I'm Not As Cynical as I Wish I Were
I'm not as cynical as I used to be – and I blame it on the Depo! That darned "feel good" hormone progesterone coursing through my body is turning me into a soft girly girl who cries every time she sees the Sarah McLachlan ASPCA commercial on TV. Though I must admit that it's awfully nice to not have a heavy, soul-draining, irregularly-timed period every month-ish. Here are some tunes that played today that get me thinking about having someone special.
If I Were You, Collin Raye - This one's double listed. For the most part it belongs here because it's a love song, but it's not a cheesy, sappy love song (there's a little cynicism!). Collin Raye sings as part of a couple who's partner has just asked "Where we go from here?" He tells it straight up - he doesn't know ("Is what we have enough to last a whole life through? Who knows, baby, who knows."), but he'd like to figure it out ("I won't promise the moon, but I promise to be here."). The song is about real love, not idealized love. He doesn't know what the future holds, "But what if together it gets better every day?" Well, his answer is simple, really - "If I were you, I'd fall in love with me."
Chances Are, , Martina McBride and Bob Seger - This is a nice duet, and the singers' voices are nicely opposing. Seger's is deep and gravelly while McBride's is higher and smooth. They work well together with Seger's piano. A bit of the song play in the Sandra Bullock/Harry Connick Jr. movie "Hope Floats," and its tone fits really well with the movie in that it's about a love you weren't expecting that works its way subtly into your heart until one day you wake up and go, "Well, hell. I'm in love." It's shown in McBride's verse:
I remember clearly how you looked the night we met
I recall your laughter and your smile
I remember how you made me feel so at ease
I remember all your grace, your style
And now you're all I long to see
You've come to mean so much to me
It's a sweet song that I like to listen to over and over.
Shiver, Jamie O'Neal - This song is sexy. It's meant to elicit the physical and describe how a person can turn to goo just with a glance from her partner. A verse and the chorus:
I love the way your whisper slowly, softly lingers
in my ear
You move a little lower, the world starts spinning slower
Then it disappears
Your lips so close we kiss almost
Just barely touch, but that's enough to make me
Shiver
Tremble
I never, no I never once felt so much
It shakes me how you take me
Deeper than I've ever been it's to the core under my skin
I shiver
It's hot!
Songs of Remembrance
There You'll Be, Faith Hill - This song was very popular in the months after my sister died, but I didn't pay too much attention to it for quite some time. One night, I was relaxing before bed and just sitting still while listening to music. This song came on, and I really listened to the lyrics. I thought of how, when we were young, my sister and I had always backed each other up and been each other's best friend. "You showed me how it feels to feel the sky within my reach, and I always will remember all the strength you gave to me. Your love made me make it through, oh I owe so much to you. You were right there for me." I never truly recognized that I had learned a lot about inner strength of my little sister, but I suddenly knew while listening to this song that I hadn't learned enough. With the last lines of the chorus -- "I'll keep a part of you with me, and everywhere I am, there you'll be" -- I promised to keep my sister's strength and optimism with me, especially when it seems all in a situation is lost.
No Frontiers, The Corrs - For my brother's funeral, I made a CD of some of his favorite songs to play while folks gathered for the services. We finally figured out how to make the church's sound system work right before the services began, so the only song that got played was this one that I picked for when we all left the church for graveside services. This was one of our favorite songs when we lived together, and we often played Mary Black's version from a Celtic CD. When Paul discovered The Corrs years later ("It's a group of three hot Irish chicks and their brother" was how he described them), he often commented that he preferred their version over Black's.
In your eyes
Faint as a singing of a lark
But somehow this black night feels warmer for their spark
Warmer for the spark
To hold us ‘til the day when fear will lose its grip
And Heaven has its way
Heaven knows no frontiers
And I’ve seen Heaven in your eyes
My brother moved past any insecurities and fears he may have felt and lived a good life. Would that everyone could.
Faithfully, Journey - I went to the same Muscular Dystrophy Association summer camp from age eight until age twenty-one, and I made some of my best friends there. Every year we had a talent show, and after the show we had a concert from the Airheads, our in-house air band made up of mostly male staff members and a couple of boy campers. We all acted as if we were at a big time concert, screaming and throwing ourselves at the "band" members. It was great fun. The Airheads specialized in "covering" REO Speedwagon, Bryan Adams, and Journey, and every year they performed "Faithfully." This song always puts a smile on my face, and sometimes it makes me cry, because it reminds me of good friends.
Songs of Strength and Hope
If I Were You, Collin Raye - I know I mentioned this song already, but it has two great lines that I need to print and put up near my home and lab computers. "If I were you I'd promise to live life for all it's worth, take all that you've been given and leave your mark upon this Earth." This is what I've been trying to do all my life. I've been trying to push through the stereotypes of disability, to show people (including some in my extended family) that a person in a wheelchair can contribute more to her/his community and the world than having a nice, safe office job. Please be aware that I am not down on office jobs. That's just not what I've been called to do. I'm a scientist, and I refuse to let bad dreams of being "fired" by advisor scare me off.
I Will Be, Lila McCann – This whole song is about believing in yourself, having confidence in yourself, and reaching for as high a goal as you dare. I don't think I can say any more than that. There's no video here, but you can hear the song at least.
I will be here, I will be strong
I'll face my fears when the night is long
And still go on
I will be brave, I will be bold
Follow my faith to a higher road
And I'm not there yet
But I will be
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