Can’t is one of my least favorite words, looking at the glass half empty rather than half full is no way to look at life. Remembering what I can do rather than what I can’t, is how I get through day after day. There are many things that I enjoy doing that have become very hard for me to do, but I try not to let the fear of failing keep me from trying. The hardest things in life are usually the most worthwhile.


“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.” – Theodore Roosevel

I love to sew and it always seems to surprise my mother at how much I am able to accomplish, where there’s a will there’s a way. When you want to accomplish something and you won’t give up, you get it done one way or another. When someone becomes blind their other senses become more acute to help them function and help compensate for the loss of their eye’s, it’s amazing what a body can do with so little.


My disease is difficult cause it’s progressive meaning it is constantly getting worse and what was hard six months ago could be impossible today. Living day by day and not worrying about what will be impossible tomorrow is not only a good way to treasure every moment, but also a great way not to put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

4 Replies to “Can’t”

  1. I think it’s amazing what people can do when they set their minds to something. I find it so incredible and admirable that you’re able to do what you do. I’m sure it’s not always easy to stay positive but doing your best is all anyone could ever ask for. 🙂 I really enjoyed reading through your blog. It’s very inspirational and just plain good. Thanks for sharing.


  2. I agree the most debilitating word is Can’t. I will get a little personal here, when I six years old my mom’s boyfriends lung collapsed to the size of a fist. He died three times in the hospital. The doctors told my mom he would never breathe without a respirator, they were proved wrong. He walked out of the hospital. He lived ten years and was legally married to my mom a year before he passed in his sleep. He never let can’t stop him. He may not have had a wheel chair but he did carry an oxygen tank proudly, because with each breath it gave him he was winning. Your blog is Inspiring Alicia and I am glad you plan of continuing to writing it.

  3. I have to say that your blog is very inspirational and motivating. Some people may not be gifted with the same type of outlook on life. Its really the small things in life that count. CS5711

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