**POTENTIAL SPOILER ALERT** (although the film itself gives away its end in the beginning, concerning itself with character over suspense) First, a little pedantry; the term “Intouchables” is not a spelling error but the French equivalent of “Untouchables” [and yes,…
The journey to Voices for Justice last weekend was my first trip away (other than to my parents place) since my accident in 2010 (quite a change for someone used to yearly trips abroad). We spent two days one night…
I spend much of my day asking for help. Coming home from the train station yesterday I was cold and so stopped to ask a young lady to get my beanie and mittens out from my bag. She looked at…
I hate this photo. At first glance it looks like I am standing, and I am. I am participating in a study that requires me to stand on a tilt bed for half an hour every day, held by straps…
Life is all a matter of perspective. Let me tell you the same story in two ways – don’t worry, I will keep it short. On Thursday I had a class to teach in the afternoon at Hillsong in Baulkham…
A few months after my accident I was given the present of an Apple iPad, a brilliant invention for those of us with kacky hands, since sliding fingers is enough to make it work. The first e-book I downloaded to…
I have said a few times that I really am unsure as to exactly why I am blogging (one of the reasons I post so infrequently). I vacillate between the hope that my story is somehow meaningful and concern that…
Highlights Teaching Trinity at Parramatta with Simon Bartlett as a student. Simon was part way through his degree when he broke his neck in the surf and was left a C6 quadriplegic. He is an inspiring young man who is…
I am trying to finish my diary of Tuesday but today is Friday. It is mid afternoon and I am still in bed. My catheter is changed monthly by the community nurse and we were booked in for 8 AM…