I was stressing a bit the last little while, because while the weather wasn’t terrible, it was to rain the three days before, and it was to be misty that day. But, I checked this morning, and holy cow, it’s more than perfect. The day before will be sunny, which might be a bit hot, but on walk-day it’ll be PERFECT.
The media-push is starting. This morning, in about 2 hours, I’ll be on the radio! And, on Tuesday I’ll be on TV! There’s something that I’d like to share there, that’s not done by typing, is the fact that while a brain injury can be debilitating, it’s sometimes invisible. I’ve hated how I was, a lot sometimes, but in the last little while I’ve come to realize that it could be worse. I’m visibly-disabled, because I can’t walk properly, I wear prism glasses, and I have a speech impediment. I’m offered help, cars stop for me to cross, and I don’t ever need to ask for help.
Back before the crash, before CSE, and even before I worked in Public Works, I worked at Nortel. When I was hired, I was hired into the research arm, Bell-Northern Research (or BNR). The military bought the Carling campus, for $800 Million. I’ve got plenty of memories survived the crash, of the various buildings that I worked in. I was outsourced, to PwC, for a few years, then rehired when they realized that that wasn’t the brightest of decisions. I learned that while my paycheque said that I worked for them, I wasn’t invited to, or able to go to, any event of theirs. I was a PwC employee – sort of. I remember feeling without a home, because Nortel threw me out, and who took me in, didn’t.
This is Year 7 for the walk, lucky number 7, and everyone who’ll be there will be awesome! I’ve got an announcement that I’ll make, which won’t be a surprise to anyone who’s connected to me on social media, but for everyone else, holy cow.
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Yesterday, something happened that made me think. I watched what happened around me, what people did,, and it was clear. Being visibly disabled is infinitely better than being invisibly-so. I know several people who cannot work due to what they’d suffered, but upon seeing them, you’d have absolutely no idea. They walk with no issue, speak with no interruption, and are licensed to drive. They don’t read books, because after about 20 pages, they forget most of what they read. It’s hard, because of all that I’ve lost, but looking at what I’ve got more closely, there’s actually some good in it.