Hi Webbers,
I hope all is well. I had a great week off. Not really off but getting things done. My birthday week and trucks need to be registered inspected and the Princess Project. What is that.
The Princess Project is the making of a doll house for my daughter it has been ongoing for two years with a major neglect to the project. With the b-day coming soon I have to get it done. At this point
The reason I bring this up is as I worked on the house on Friday I suffered from a tremor that I haven't had in a long time. I have cerebral palsy and suffer from tremors in my arms. I needed to complete the lighting piece I was working on and it took every bit of resolve breath and patience to get through it. Over the years I prided myself on concealing my disability as best I could. Friday's struggle made me remember how much I loved to make models. How I suffered my arms would shake so bad my father would have to hold my hands or do the detail work himself. I hated that and I would focus to get it done myself. Not that I didn't want my dad's help, I just wanted to do it on my own. I would get picked on in school at how bad my writing was. How uncoordinated my hands could be over time I got really good at controlling my hands so they don't look like leaves shaking off a tree. However on some days there is just nothing I can do I am either too taxed or not fresh enough to complete the task well. However I always give it 100 percent. I remember how learning anything new was a anxiety riddled moment for me when I was younger. I wouldn't know if a tremor would hit or not. I now now exactly when I will have an uncontrollable tremor or not. On Friday I knew I felt off and felt the anxiety start then the hands started rattling like a bag of bones. Man I can tell you a thing or two about perseverance. I also never take being told that something can't be done.
One of my most inspirational poems sits above my desk:
It Couldn't Be Done
by Edgar A Guest
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
It is Sunday night Webbers I wanted to drop a line and say hello.
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Tim Thomas
A Life by Design Company
Tel: 603-682-4980
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