Throughout my career in the classroom and as a district administrator in a rural community of Alaska, I dreamed of being able to visit with friends while out to lunch. I have been on medical disability for two and a half years and it finally occurred to me that I can do that now. I may not have the energy to make it through a full day of teaching or be able to remember the content needed for a lesson but I am able to sit down with a few friends and order pizza while talking about our latest quilt project. It is as if I have spent the past 31 months out on sick days. Disability isn’t a sick day, it is life. It is about time I realized that and started living again.
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