Less Of A Man

Sometimes we must resign ourselves to a certain reality. My time of reckoning came today. I now have a third leg. It is not what you think. I did not have a third appendage attached just to look cool. What I did cost only a few dollars and will help me walk more securely. I picked up a cane at the local durable goods store.

My rheumatologist provided me with a script for a walking aid. I was none too thrilled to say the least. My wife, Christine, explained to me that it really was in my best interest to use one. I admit that I have not been very steady on my feet lately. Despite this fact I really did not want to stand out in public.

I put off filling the script for weeks. I figured that I would get better as soon as my medication reached a "clinical dosage" whatever that means. Needless to say I never reached it. As I dealt with my infirmity I happened to notice that there are quite a few people who use canes. "Maybe this will not be so bad?" I told myself.

I finally decided the time had come to do what was best for myself. I got the cane and it is not so bad. I actually walk better than before. My posture is much better as well. I am slower now, especially due to my getting used to using it, but I am a fast learner. Could it be that what seemed so horrible might actually be good for me? A cane, maybe? Brussels sprouts, no way!

My point is, and I do have one, is that we must sometimes put aside our pride and take a leap of faith. I am not alone when it comes to those who must compensate for what their bodies lack. Wheelchairs, walkers and other devices enable us to still reach our full potentials. I am trying not to see the cane as emasculating but as empowering. People actually seem to show more respect toward me and allow me to get to where I need to go.

It is always hard to get older. It is hard to accept that time is not a kind mistress. We all must face this fact or hide in a corner and wait for death's arrival. Please do whatever you must to make your life better. Be it a cane, a prescription medication or better reading glasses. The sooner you do the happier you will be as you go back to doing what makes you happy. Who knows? Maybe with my new cane I will become the first Jewish pimp? Right on!