You’ll soon come to realize that I’m the kind of person who tries to find the comedy in everything. I happen to be one of those people who can’t take anything seriously. Not only that, but I happen to think that life is full of contradictions — it’s part of what makes life beautiful. That’s why you’ll find most of my blogs titled something like patience is a funny thing, or hope is a funny thing. Not only do I do that to point out the contradiction of the subject, but because it’s my goal to actually make that subject funny.
So to be completely repetitive and redundant, I’m going to come right out and say it. Hope is a funny thing. Hope is what keeps us going in life. Without hope we would have no ambitions and life would be pointless, but with hope we sometimes set ourselves up for disappointment. I don’t think a single person reading this blog has never had a hope crushed. I know I’ve had several hopes and dreams crushed due to my disability and other things. It’s just a simple fact of life. My life would seriously lack character if it wasn’t for the fact that I don’t always get the things I hope for.
A prime example of this was football as a little kid. During recess all the cool kids would be out playing ball, and out there I was just another kid on the field. I would catch passes, intercept the ball and score touchdowns, all from the comfort of my very own high-speed wheelchair. I can remember my first interception like it was yesterday. It was off of a tipped ball and I got congratulations from my friend Spencer, the other quarterback. I was pretty proud of myself that day.
When I got to fifth grade and it was time for pee-wee football sign-ups, everybody had a hard time explaining to me that I couldn’t play. Of course there was the risk of me killing people with my all-metal chair. I could imagine me hot-rodding downfield looking at cheerleaders and running straight into some poor helpless chump trying to make a play. Knowing my luck, he’d end up on my lap, and I’d end up rolling down the field with some injured kid who won’t get off of me. None of the cheerleaders would be impressed, and things would just get awkward.
Hope is something not to be taken lightly. It’s something that may bring you down, but it can build you up at the same time. It’s those who dare to hope and dream that achieve. My hopes have been crushed in the area of relationships and others, but I have experienced great triumph in my life. I’m going to the school of my dreams to become a forensic psychologist and put away bad guys! I’m going to have a full and happy life pursuing my hopes. If there’s something I want people to take from this, it’s not only that I’m a funny guy but that we can’t live without our hopes.
So everybody reading this blog should join me in pursuing our hopes and dreams. Let nothing detour you from stretching out and reaching for those dreams, and when one of your hopes turns hopeless, remember that you’re not alone and press on.
I hope everybody has learned something from this blog or at least has found it to be funny. Like I said in my previous blog, I’m always looking for new friends so add me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter. I no longer update my daily blog due to the fact that I’m no longer in a class that requires it, and I’ve been spending a lot of time with my friends this summer. Thanks for reading.