The Demons of winning GOLD! - A goodbye!

The cost of wearing the flag!

Transitioning from Athlete to the Real World – A what NOT to do!

 I guess you can say that being sports has been a huge part of my life from a young age. I started in sports when I was 12 and when I retired it was a rough transition. Still is!

A famous quote tells my story very easily – “I’ve been told it’s a good idea to start a speech or a story with a joke! Well; don’t get your hopes up. I’m not hear to tell jokes. I am hearing to pick a FIGHT! I am here to pick a fight with second place.”

We all hear these great stories about “winning the gold” how great it is; how fabulous it will be! Guess what it’s not!

I often get asked –“What was your greatest game? Or your great memory in sports?”

For most people, ninety-nine percent of people will think it’s the gold medal game in Torino, but that’s not the answer. It was actually the semi-final, and I’ll tell you why. That was a really, really tough game against Norway. I made a really great shot on my first rock of the last end.  I made a raise through a lot of cover, a very difficult shot for wheelchair curlers to make and it hadn’t been done before. There’s a photo of me raising my arms and people think it’s from the moment we won the gold, but nope, the photo was taken right after that semi-final shot. 

I raised my arms for a reason. I knew that the very next day, for the first time in my career, after a 22-year pursuit of a Paralympic medal, I was going home with one. I didn’t care what the colour was. I knew that I’d guaranteed myself a medal at the Paralympic Games. To everybody else, maybe the colour would matter… but not to me. I was going home with a medal.  It was my moment and I was finally going to get one.

So Norway tried their next shot of the semi, I then threw my second stone of the end, and now it was the Norway skip’s last chance. He missed, not by much, and we won. I just lost it… the tears were flowing. My teammates thought I was nuts; they thought I shouldn’t be celebrating because we hadn’t won the gold yet. I told them that it was never about the Gold.  Tomorrow we are going home with a medal. 

So the next day, for the final, I was either going to be the skip of the best team in the world or the second-best team. Someone once told me that it didn’t matter how many world championships you win; if you can win an Olympic or Paralympic medal, you are remembered forever.

Not only was I going to go on to win Paralympic gold medal, but I was going to win one of the first Paralympic medals ever presented for a sport. It turned out that I won the very first gold medal ever presented for wheelchair curling in history.  

I guess you can say that is where my story starts. 

The 2006 Paralympic wheelchair curling final was against Great Britain, and what a great game it was. We were ahead in the last end 6-4, and everything kind of fell apart on us. We couldn’t hit this particular stone, nothing was happening. When it came down to my shots we were facing three, and when I threw my first one it was… nowhere where I wanted it to go. Not even close! It was on the side of the button but wide open, fully exposed.

The Great Britain skip, Frank Duffy, wheeled down the ice to throw his stone and he actually said to me, “Thanks for the gold medal.” I said, “Hey, go get it Frankie.”

So what do you say to that; how do you keep you composure? I go back to my quote – “Maybe you like second place, Maybe you like that ‘you gave it your all, better luck next time’ malarkey they spoon-feed runner ups”

He threw and you could not pass a piece of paper sideways between his stone and mine. He’d missed it by the tiniest margin.  Lo and behold, I managed to win the first Paralympic gold medal ever awarded in the sport of wheelchair curling.

Here is another reason why that final is not the number one memory for me. For the last 10 years, I've had to deal with people's opinions that we won the gold medal by default. They all said that we won because the other guy missed his shot for the win. That’s bullshit, of course, and no matter how easy Frank’s shot should have been, it turned out to not be so easy, right?

Now, what if I told you that my team has never celebrated or been celebrated for winning that first-ever gold? To me, we have never been properly recognized for that accomplishment. 

Here’s what happened. We were awarded our medals, and it was great and emotional and all that, but then they hauled us off for drug testing. Not one or two of us…. all of us. This was during the time we should have been celebrating. By the time we were done, it was time to leave the building. So we get on the bus and then get back to the village, but there was no celebration.

The next day, even after the closing ceremony, there was no team celebration. My players all just split. The team basically broke up after that, and we haven’t played together since.

I ended up staying an extra day with a friend and the athlete village was dead quiet – except for the tear-down that was starting. I was told I had to be out of the village by such-and-such time. It didn't matter what was hanging around my neck anymore. I was a gold medalist the previous day, but today… no one cared.

My friend and I drove down to Pisa and we had a monumental moment. We went to a church and my friend turned to the Cardinal and he said, "We just won a gold medal.” We were blessed by the Padre and it was a really inspiring moment. We got into the car and decided to go home the next day. 

Once we got home there was a camera and maybe a couple of people at the airport, but there was no major fan affair. Then the reality stepped in because the camera was gone after about five minutes and that was it. 

“Five minutes.”

Then your family goes away. They were happy for me and took lots of pictures but once they left that was it. You are left to think about the reality. You need to think about what you are going to do with your life. You see… what no one knew was that during the Paralympics I was going through a divorce. I also had no job to go back home to, and I felt as if I had no future. Curling was all that I knew. Training was all that I knew. At that point in time, I woke up the next morning thinking the phones were going to ring. 

“The phone never rang.  Not once.”

I thought maybe some endorsements would come in but there are no endorsements for a Paralympic athlete. You would think that someone would care that you just won the gold medal… but no one did. So I prepared to continue on with the sport, and re-start training, and then I was graciously retired. Those are the words I am going to use. I was GRACIOUSLY retired from the national team. 

After I was “retired” I didn’t have a sport to go to, I didn't have a job to go to, and I just met this woman who was the love of my life… but that is another story. Before I knew it, depression set in, and that is where my story started to take a turn. There is no strategic planning for all this negativity to be dealt with. 

Period. 

You don't know what to do because one day you are thinking that you need to go to the gym, you need to train, and do all these things. What do you do when you wake up one morning and your gym membership is revoked and your phone is revoked? You are not a member of Team Canada anymore and by the way, congratulations on your medal (that you have never been recognized for or celebrated for). 

So my transition from an athlete to the real word was an early failure. Every step of the way.  

Sport Canada funding was the backbone of my support structure but when you not paying into CPP (Canadian Pension Plan) or EI (Employment Insurance ) the morning after  that gets revoked because of retirement you wake up without that  $1,800 a month coming in  get a rude wake up call. Top this this off with the fact that because you did not pay into the support you get left in the vacuums of uncertainty. Over the years, my coping mechanism with all this has faltered. 

And it has cost me everything. 

Everyone says to me, “You are a gold medallist, isn’t that the greatest thing that you have ever done in your life?” I turn to them and say, “It was the worst thing that I could have done in my life.”

I felt as if there was no support for me, no structure. Did I make mistakes along the way? Sure I did. I was trying to make sure that I had the right coping mechanisms to get me through all of this non-transitional support but in the end, it cost me everything. 

I want to bring attention to this so nobody has to go through what I have gone through for the past eight years. I hope that nobody needs to ever learn the hard way. 

Part of being an athlete – once you can gain the acceptance of the inevitable – involves being able to put yourself in a strong mindset… that you have a strong skill set to be able to deal with the virtually unknown. 

It is like going into that semi-final game. If I didn’t do everything right in that semi-final, I would have never made it to that gold medal game or even had a chance at a medal. 

My life right now is much like that semi- final game but I am down in points, and there is no single great shot that I can make to win the game.

I’ll tell you the truth, I am a big guy. I'm 280 pounds, I have been around the world, I am a gold medallist, a world champion, the whole bit. One thing I can tell you is, never ever underestimate or think that what is on the surface is what the reality is. Ever. 

Everyone has their demons. I have mine. I don’t take drugs, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke but I have skeletons in my closet. I was afraid because I was too proud. This was all because of a mindset that I had being instilled in me as an athlete for 22 years. A mindset of saying that “I can do this” and more importantly, that I could do it on my own. I should not have had to pretend to never need help, to be strong and to cope. I just know that I am not the only athlete that is in that place. There are a million athletes that will never tell you the struggles of what they have and the costs that these struggles have. The ultimate thing is the cost. 

It did not just take a toll on me.  When I thought it was all about me, it wasn’t… but I made it all about me because I was trying to cope. I felt stuck because I never got the support I needed to transition. For the last years in particular, I just felt like I was trying to survive.

Quicksand is a scary thing that none of us really recognize. My deepest fear is that quicksand will kill you. You are trying to live your life and everything seems fine. Then one thing goes wrong, then another thing goes wrong, then another, and you try to fight back… but then you sink. You are stuck until you can't move and you can't breathe. In reality, you are in over your head. Most of the time we are either too proud or too embarrassed to know what is happening or how to ask for help.  

Athletes all around need help and they cry out for help every day. People around you assume that you are strong and that you need this. The answer at the end of the day is that unless we recognize that there is a problem, and an untold truth to what is going on, then all these athletes are going to suffer in silence. We need to act. Athletes need to know that you can get out of quicksand… someone just has to throw you a rope.

I have a couple of degrees. I have 10 years of Business Administration and I am 46 years old. I have gone through everything I can go through in my life. At the end of the day, I can't find work.

I am older, I have experience, I have an education and I was a Paralympic gold medallist. So because I have all that you would think I can go in and say, “Hi, I’m Chris Daw, I have an education, I have experience, you should hire me.” Well no, for some reason I scare them. That is what I have to deal with. Everyone gets scared. There is no company out there that wants to help or hire. At least, it seems that way.

Sure, you have sports psychologists but really, what are they there for? To make you a better athlete… not a better person after sport. I think we need that component. For 22 years I had it in my head that it is all about me. I am the center of attention, the big show, I am the best, I need to be the best, and so on. In the end, did it accomplish something? Yes, I was the best. Then when it was all over, I didn’t even really know who I was or what I was doing – until I went and started discovering things. This is a problem. This is not only hitting amateur athletes but also professional athletes.. 

I run what is called the “Wheelchair Curling Blog 2”. I was the leading reporter on wheelchair curling and the historian on wheelchair curling in the world (this was before my personal crisis).  You know what sucks? I can’t tell you who won the silver medal at the 2010 Games in Vancouver. I can tell you that Canada won gold and Sweden won bronze but I can’t tell you who won silver. I can guess but I can say I don’t definitely know for a fact. I am the guy who is supposed to know that stuff. 

These struggles are now affecting basic things, like memory.

This story needs to be told. I have sat in the dark for too many years, and I am here watching TV and I see all these athletes, and I know what to look for in these athlete’s faces. Forpeople that meet me (and happen to learn the truth) they say I am a nice guy and they would never guess what I am going through and the back-story. Well, putting up that “front” is what we are trained to do as athletes. That is the problem. 

I can’t sit here and be angry because there is only one person that I can blame… and that’s me. However, I was trained not to ask for help.  Not to show emotion.  Not to show when I am hurting.  I was taught to be confident, to be parallel. To put up this fake facade of what I am supposed to represent. When you live it and you believe it too much, it is consuming. It has always been there, and I know the person I am… but I fear it’s too late now. 

Last year I was diagnosed with cancer and I’m battling through that. There is no support; there is no health plan to help you through that. I have been trying to make sense of everything that I was ever told.

Everybody is going through it at some point or another. I had people telling me that I needed some help and that I am not dealing with it properly and I would always say the same thing: “I can handle it.” I thought to myself that it was all okay… but that was brainwashing. It is not about me anymore. It is about other athletes. 

There is one lesson I need to share. Don’t ever let go of who you are. Always keep who you are in perspective. Every person is going to mature. If you don’t keep the perspective of who you truly are, then you will lose yourself. You can’t lose yourself at the cost of everything that’s around you. 

There are too many athletes that stay quiet and struggle with their problems. They do it because they need to escape the pressure of what they are being asked to be. What they are being asked to be, is something that they may not necessarily be. It wasn’t until everything that I had was taken away that I was able to discover two things. Number one: Who I am.  Number 2: That I wasn’t true to myself, not to mention anyone around me. That’s the cost of of striving, year after year, for that medal. 

So in true Canadian style, I am apologizing. I am sorry for what I did in the past. I am sorry I wasn’t true to myself. I am sorry I wasn’t true to my friends. I am sorry that I wasn’t true to my family and I am sorry that I didn’t bring this forward sooner. I can’t say anything else or blame anyone but myself. 

Let me sum things up for you. Again a quote – “If you’re willing to go through all the battling you got to go through to get where you want to get, who’s got the right to stop you? I mean maybe some of you guys got something you never finished, something you really want to do, something you never said to someone, something… and you’re told no, even after you paid your dues? Who’s got the right to tell you that, who? Nobody! It’s your right to listen to your gut, it ain’t nobody’s right to say no after you earned the right to be where you want to be and do what you want to do!… You know, the older I get the more things I gotta leave behind, that’s life. The only thing I’m asking you guys to leave on the table… is what’s right.”

I didn’t know how to bring the story forward until someone was brave enough to tell me that they were willing to tell my story. In the future, don’t wait for someone to come to that point to ask you to tell your story. Go out and tell it to your mom or dad, your wife, your husband, your friend. Go find them and tell them what you are dealing with before it costs you dearly… before it costs you who you are.

In the end;” you can spare me the ‘it’s not how you win or lose, it’s how you play the game’ bullshit,” The moral of the story – is not about coming in first; it is remembering about how and who got you there. It is remembering and preparing for the after life (after sports), it is about stopping to apricated who and what is around you because if you don’t NOTHING can prepare you for the consequences – TRUST ME!

“Still want to hear a joke? Fine. Here’s one for you –

‘Knock, knock’

‘Who’s there?’

Chris Daw……

Chris Daw; who?

Exactly!

This is my OPUS......

This is my opus of sort. Each year I get older the more I have to give up...that's life. But for me I have been blessed with a life filled.

I have traveled the world, been the best in the world, loved the nest in the world, have great kids, been at the bottom, struggled most of my life in private or public with some form of something.

But I get to reflect and I won't be sorry for what I have done but I will be sorry for some of how I did it.

“This is the  stuff in the basement….”

What this speech is, I cannot define in simple words. I have taken words and lessons which have been in front of us in many forms and for many years and I have utilized them so we may better understand what it means to be motivated, so we can understand the challenges of life and what it takes to overcome the challenge regardless of how big or small it may be. I am not here to tell you anything you haven't already heard in fact I am here to take many of those words and throw them right in front of you so you nor me can escape from them any longer.

I have been often told to start a speech with a joke; well don’t get your hopes up I am not here to tell jokes; fact is I am the guy who everyone says hates to smile. Like I said I am here to clearly state what no one else has ever been willing to say but has always wanted to. You see we are in hell right now. We are; and we can both stay here and get the shit kicked out of us day after day or we can fight our way back. We have the opportunity to climb out of hell; right here , right now. We can do it and we can do it together. As the great Herb Brooks once said; “great moments are born from great opportunity, and that’s what you have here!”

Opportunity!

You see, we only need to focus on 1 inch of hell at a time, only 1 inch! Hell is "quick sand" have you ever heard this term before?

"Quicksand" ?

Quicksand is one scary thing that most of us NEVER and I mean Never recognize. My deepest fear is Quicksand above all others it's Quicksand. As an example, you're trying to live life, and you think everything is fine, but then one thing goes wrong, and then another, and another, and you try to fight back, but the harder you fight, the deeper you sink, until you can't move, you can't breathe, because in reality, you're in over your head. And most of the time we are either to proud or too embarrassed to know when to ask or how to for help! But we can climb out of hell together, inch by inch.

You see I am here to pick a fight; I am here to pick a fight with second place. I have as much tolerance and patience for second place as I do for flies in my soup. For far too long I have sat quiet, and waited. Waited for something else; a second opportunity.

Not until very today did I discover what I was missing; what was right in front of me. I discovered that not only have I had it with waiting but I have had it with waiting for a second opportunity. I have had it with second place. I said to myself on this discovery of the stuff left in my basement that; hey ; “maybe I like flies in my soup, maybe I like second place.” I have been told so many times the phrase “better luck next time!” Well that is the crap they feed runner ups. What do you think of second place?

Let me put it another way; if you think second place isn’t such a bad deal, why don’t you ask General Custard how he felt coming in second at the battle of the little big horn? Not so good! We know how that one turned out. And you can spare me the “it’s not whether you win or lose it’s how you play the game! I guarantee you whoever said that …Lost the game, not just the game but the whole game including the game of life.

Truly it is – win or lose – it has nothing to do with how you play the game! I have a phrase tattooed on my arm that says: “Fear not the game, I see clearly.” Well; I finally need to live by this saying again and figure out the path, to see clearly once more. A phrase by Pink says – “ the road to darkness has a way of always knowing my name”; Well, I have decided to go down a different road. Lay a new track a track established by me; with a few passengers I would like to take along with me and even the chance, to gain the trust of those willing to listen and travel the same road. Here is the thing that makes life so interesting; the theory of evolution says; “Only the strong shall survive!” And maybe so. But the unwritten theory of competition says; “just because they’re the strong doesn’t mean they can’t get their asses kicked”.

You see, what every long shot, come from behind underdog will tell you is this; “the other guy may in fact be the favorite. The odds maybe stacked against you and that is fair enough.” When you get old in life things get taken from you, that is just a fact of life. But you only really learn that when you start losing things. Be it they are taken from you or you give them up it doesn’t matter. But want the odds don’t know is this; this is no school test, this is a completely different type of test, one where passion has a funny way of trumping logic. I was told once; “never let your passion outweigh your patience.” Well, my patience has run thin. You see in my mind I have not peaked yet. Some say I have but I don’t know, I think I still have some stuff in the basement. Deep down in my heart, I know I am not done; NOT YET! I was put here for a reason and I have sat idle for almost ten years; last time I did that; I came back and the time before that I came back. Why not again! Sometimes it is hard to breathe I get so angry about the way I went out the last time, the choices that were taken from me. I feel like there is a beast inside me waiting, longing to get out! I never knew it was going to be this hard, would have never guess in a thousand years it would always be a challenge. My question is this; “if I am willing to go through all the battling again then who has the right to stop me?” Why do a few have the right to say No, and because I spoke up or they don’t like me?

Maybe all of you have something you haven’t finished yet, maybe you have something… I have taken enough crap to last 2 life times and then some. Be praised one minute then shit on the next. Be the hero and then the zero! All for what! To be cast off , like some piece of dirt on the bottom of a shoe. Given the continual glimmer of hope that maybe someday…just someday if you are patient and quiet long enough if could just happen. Well, no more. I think I am going to take my destiny back into my hands – thank you very much! Who has the right to say No after you have paid your dues – No one. Nobody does! It is my right to listen to my gut, come clean and then move forward! My right! I have earned It! I have earned to be where I want to be and do what I want to do. I found something hidden inside a few movies not long ago and the most prolific of the entire phrases came from Rocky Balboa: “Somewhere along the line, you changed. You stopped being you. You let people stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good.

And when things got hard, you started looking for something to blame, like a big shadow. Let me tell you something you already know: The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard ya hit. It's about how hard you can get Hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done!... Now if you know what your worth then go out and get what your worth. But ya gotta be willing to take the hits, and not point fingers, saying you ain't where you wanna be because of him, or her, or anybody! Cowards do that and that ain't you! You're better than that!

So before you step up to the starting line, before the whistle blows and the clock starts ticking. Just remember the results don’t always add up. No matter what the stats may say, no matter how old you may feel, or what the experts may think, when the game starts – all bets are off! There is still stuff in the basement you can go to, still places to live out your dreams, live out your passion. You don’t have to sit by and watch it or take what is being falsely handed to you. You can set your life back onto the track that you deserve. You don’t have to finish because you are told to, you don’t have to end it because they don’t like you or you’re out spoken. Know your right in what you have done and will do. Regret nothing and fear less. They can’t be surprised if someday I decided to flip script and finally take a pass on yelling uncle. And when that happens, as the old saying goes” Game On!’

Another great phrase is from Marienne Williamson; Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. It's not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

The morale of the story; Listen to the stuff in the basement, come in first! Still want to hear a joke? Hear is one for you; ‘Knock, Knock” “Who’s there?” “The guy who finished second.” “The guy who finished second who?” “Exactly!” No more will I allow myself to sit quiet and stand by; I am taking out that stuff in the basement.

I am taking myself off the side lines and putting myself back into the game; because God knows the coach isn’t goin to!

Like I said, I am not going to tell you anything you haven’t heard before; fact is everything I just said has been staring us in the face for years, we just need to act on it! Do not follow the road to darkness; Any one can give up, that is the easy part, the easiest thing to do. But to hold it together when everyone around you expects you to fall apart, well that is the strength; that is true courage. Do not lose hold of your aspirations. For if you do, you may still exist but all your doing is respiratating; you have ceased to live!

If you FAIL, never give up because F.A.I.L means “First Attempt In Learning”

END is not the end, In fact  E.N.D means “Effort Never Dies”

An if at anytime in life you get told NO and an answer it simple means “NEXT OPPORTUNITY”

7 Things I Wish My Loved Ones Knew About Living With Disabilities

So I once again have some time on my hands as I begin to press the reset button again and look for work again! Yes, I know WTF? right!

Well; the story will come out in another post in the next few days. However; I came across the following earlier today and it hit home for me and will for many living with a disability. As I get older I am just beginning to understand the effects of disability and age. 

SO....

Take this for what it is! I did modify it to reflect my life but it speak miles aboyt me and about disiability in general. Read it think about it and make a comment if you want; either on here or on my facebook!

Posting;

1. When I say “I’m tired,” I mean I’m exhausted.

There’s a chance I’ve canceled plans because of this, but it means the world to me when you continue to invite me out, because there will be days where the disabilities don’t win. Asking me out to do things is a way of rooting for me more than you know, and I appreciate it very much.

2. I’m glad your health regime is working for you, but that’s your health. This is my health, and what works for me might be different.

Listen, it’s super cool that you feel as though your yoga instructor and detoxifying waters would really benefit me, and I’m stoked you found something that works for you, but my body is different, and I need my medications like I need oxygen. Please understand and be respectful of this. My body, my existence. My choice. Your body, your existence. Your choice.

3. I am allowed to hate my disabilities.

I am allowed to have bad days. I am allowed to have days where the disabilities win, and I toss up a white flag of surrender in a way that Dido adamantly refuses. I am allowed to hate my disability. I am allowed to hate my major depressive disorder. Do not mistake my bad days for self-loathing, and for the love of all that is holy, please don’t toss up your complaints about my disabilities in terms of our dynamic. I know being a loved one has its difficulties, but if you think having me in your life is burdensome, you should try living as me sometime. I’m just sayin’.

       

4. Inclusivity is far more than introducing me to your other friends.

It is making sure I get ample notice to schedule my rides in time, and knowing you don’t mind picking me up before we go somewhere. It is making sure the place we’re going is accessible, or a phone call and a game plan in regards to the new venture. If you forget about my wheelchair, you are forgetting a part of me. Don’t take offense when I shut down plans due to inaccessibility. If I feel as though my wheelchair is going to speak for me the majority of our outing when all I really want to do is spend time with you, it’s not going to be a good time. If you don’t show care of my basic needs, you are showing me that my needs aren’t that important to you.

That said, sometimes sh*t happens, and I may need help parking my chair in order to take a piss, or I may need help to assist me in getting my chair up a set of stairs. So long as you’re ready for a little bump in the road and don’t regard it as that big of a deal, neither will I.

5. Sometimes I feel like a burden to you.

And I will want to talk about it. These conversations are awkward, painful and awfully important. Chances are, I will say something off-handedly. Like, maybe I heard you talk about how you used to help me get my shoes on in the morning, or maybe my wheelchair was a really big pain to get out of your truck. Perhaps I drunkenly ran over your foot? Who knows? But it’s important. I do not want to be anyone’s obligation. I do not want to be anyone’s path to redemption. I want to be your friend. I want to be a part of this family. I want to know there are pieces in my life bigger and louder than the ones that society has deemed unlovable. I want to know I should not say thank you for loving me. That I am worthy of love and a place within this home, this social circle, this life. So let’s talk about it. Please.

6. My disabilities do define me (in some aspects of my life).

I am your Husband. I am your Dad,I am your friend. I am your brother. I am your son. I also happen to have disabilities that stop me from doing certain things. I do not have the same rights you do. I cannot do everything you can do “just in a different way.” I am disabled, and not because my needs are different, but because society at large deems these needs as not important enough to meet. I cannot have spontaneity in the way that I yearn to. I go through doctors the way you swipe left on your Tinder profile.

I am not ashamed in living this life of difference. When you say you don’t see my disabilities, I know you actually mean, “I see the person you are with these disabilities,” but when you use phrases like, “You’re just differently abled” or “I don’t see the wheelchair,” it kind of makes me want to throw up in my mouth a bit. You’re basically saying, “I don’t see the discrimination you face every day.” Even though you and I know you mean differently.

7. Know that I’m ready to roll over some toes and kick some a*s whenever you need.

Seriously. Just call me up. I’ve got this.

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Life is difficult...right?

What makes Life so difficult?

We have no control over the choices we are presented with..Right!

For example, you may decide to stop at the 7-11 to get some gas and as you approach the teller to pay a robber decides to hold up the joint.

Now you find yourself having to make decisions in a reality that was not your choosing. Yes, you did decided to get gas, but you didn't decide to be robbed. This is why the whole free will thing is kind of dumb. Free will is somewhat irrelevant when the choices you are presented with all lead to undesirable results. 

Even if you make a concerted effort to always make the right choices you have no control over the choices that other people make and this intricate inter-dependency of our reality is what make life so difficult. It is like navigating through a maze that continuously changes. Each time you make a choice your destination changes locations. 

Most people probably don't even notice this. On the surface, life appears to be just a series of success and failures attributed to effort, coincidence, and luck, good or bad. No more thought is put into it. Those who never develop expectations are never disappointed and life just seems to move along. 

Some say that our desire is what makes life difficult. Imagine if we lived in a world where no one had any desire and we all passively accepted our lives as they came by and did nothing to change it, the world would be arguably worse but life may not be as difficult.

We do make poor choices but many times the choices are among evils. We are all born equal in that we all have a mother and a father but there the equality ends. Life presents it own situations to us and most of them are not of our making. A school outing ends with 15 dead kids in a rain swollen river. They didn't choose to go. It was required. They weren't driving the bus. Yet, 15 of them died. So, no, we don't make our life what it is. We don't drive life, life drives us. We are its tools to meet its goals. If we get a few kicks along the way, then hurray for us.

Consider the lives of people who still live like we all did thousands of years ago. In huts in the jungle. People like to think they are in paradise. But in reality they have to work everyday, sunrise to sunset, just to survive. We have more time off than any of our ancestors have ever had since the beginning.
Maybe our lives seem difficult because our dreams are too complex.

Life is simple. But all the things that we include into our life makes it complex and if we try to do too many things at one time, it makes life hard.

The simple answer is ATTITUDE. 

If you posses a positive attitude, life isn't all that hard. There will be difficult periods once in a while, but life, in general, would be good. 

Life is what we make it!

The unwillingness to change and know the difference

Life is not hard we make it hard for ourselves

10 Amazing Strategies That Will Change Everything

I have always admired Bruce Lee and to this day, the name Bruce Lee remains synonymous with martial arts and philosophy. As the founder of Jeet Kune Do and a renowned Hollywood actor, he is considered by many to be the most influential martial artist of all time.

Martial artists around the world look to Bruce Lee as a source of inspiration and guidance. From his incredible physique to his tremendous work ethic and deep wisdom, there are many reasons why martial artists use his philosophies as a guide to living life.

Here are some of the key life lessons that Bruce Lee has imparted on us:

1) GET OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE

Be happy, but never satisfied.

Being satisfied is tantamount to giving up. It is admitting that you’re alright with just being good, but not great. Yes, we should accept the things that we cannot change, but we should also be striving to improve every day. By being satisfied, we are making an excuse for not working hard to improve.

2) GO WITH THE FLOW

Be like water, my friend.

This is perhaps one of Bruce Lee’s most famous quotes. Water has many attributes. It is fluid and it flows anywhere, changing direction and shape as required. To be like water is to be adaptable to our surroundings. We cannot be too steadfast in our ways because it may hinder us from acquiring new knowledge and experiences.

3) SET YOUR OWN EXPECTATIONS

I’m not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you’re not in this world to live up to mine.

As human beings, we often strive to please others. We want validation and acceptance from our peers because our ego tells us that this is what we need. Stop listening to your ego and focus on getting validation from the person that matters the most – yourself. Set your own expectations and remember what an amazing human being you are! Not only will this give you an incredible confidence boost, but it will also make you realize that you can do whatever you want in life.

4) BE BRAVE ENOUGH TO OWN UP TO YOUR MISTAKES 

Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

We are all human, and we are all bound to make mistakes at some point in our lives. No matter how big the mistake is, there is always a chance to make it right. We should not be afraid to confess when we have done something wrong and accept the consequences of our actions. We should have the courage to own up to our mistakes and focus our energy on learning from them.

5) BE YOURSELF

Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go and look for a successful personality and duplicate it.

In a time when everyone’s lives are plastered on social media for the world to see, it can be difficult to stay true to yourself and not become a victim of a popularity contest. Thanks to social media, it is just that much easier to emulate celebrities, bloggers, or even people in our social circle. Unfortunately, we end up losing ourselves in the process. Being your true self is so much easier – you won’t have to work so hard trying to be someone that you’re not.

6) LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST

The key to immortality is first living a life worth remembering.

We often decide not to take risks because we are afraid of the outcome. But what if we decided to ignore that little voice inside our head telling us “no” and embraced a leap of faith instead? By doing so, we are living life to the fullest. We are savoring every moment while making life truly memorable. Go on, enjoy!

7) DEDICATE YOURSELF TO ONE TASK, AND YOU WILL BECOME AN EXPERT AT IT 

I fear not the man who has practiced 10,000 kicks once, but I fear the man who has practiced one kick 10,000 times.

Practice and patience are everything, especially if you want to become successful in martial arts. To become an expert at anything requires steadfast commitment, laser sharp focus, and countless repetition. Dedicate yourself to becoming the very best at what you do.

8) DON’T WAIT FOR OPPORTUNITIES, CREATE THEM 

To hell with circumstances; I create opportunities.

Sometimes, we get too caught up with waiting for the perfect moment to start something. The time will NEVER be perfect. Instead of waiting, why not take a chance and make things happen yourself? Even if it is easier to sit around and be reactive, why not be more proactive? Don’t ever be afraid to take chances!

9) BE HONEST

If you don’t want to slip up tomorrow, speak the truth today.

Ever since we were young, our parents have always told us that honesty is the best policy. This is one of the single greatest pieces of advice you will ever receive. Being honest with yourself and others is always the best option. Honesty builds trust, and trust is the foundation of every meaningful relationship.

10) STAY CALM

A quick temper will make a fool of you soon enough.

Nothing good ever happens when tempers flare. When you lose your temper, you become irrational. You are more likely to act out of impulse. At this point, you probably aren’t even thinking straight, and how you react may turn into something that you will eventually regret. Instead of losing your temper, why not count to three (yes, that actually works) and reflect on the situation before you react.

May the legacy of Bruce Lee and his teachings live on through eternity.