Giving birth to wheels?

My mom is all about compassion for the next honest person. A question that is asked to every single mother, often asking their parents for permission whether it is asking for money, or asking for permission to date. Now that I have finally reached college, and academically taking control my life, yet I still have to have my mom be my driver. I matured, more than my peers at my age. I couldn't take driving for granted;I have to ask my mom to do more things than most, I honestly sometimes feel bad for doing it.

My choices were very limited. My loving mother would drive me to practice, take me to organized basketball coaching meetings and games all over Northern Michigan. Not one time did she deny my equal participation; she knew for me being a part of something was important for that extra connection of accetance I would feel with a team.

Why?.. It was my release she knew I would never go out and party on a Friday night, because obviously she was my main source of transportation. My mom knowing that my Friday nights were consumed with the excitement of the upcoming game. So in a way with me being in a wheelchair she knew it was my time to be a kid, but still, learning lessons of life.

My mom is all about compassion for the next honest person, once she gains someone trust she will bend over backwards, twist and turn her for common good. That's where I get a lot of my loyalty, and determination to help others.

My mom just wakes up, and she even thinks about herself and it always will evolve helping my sister and me. I can't say that she is the prototypical mother, not the baker or the sewer, but my mom is on a higher standard then just a prototypical mother; she’s simply phenomenal.
I would never go as far to say that she is the best, I will simply leave that up to others, however I can tell you I’d NEVER want a perfect mom if that isn’t my mom Joyce. My moms gave me the motivation, encouragement and love to be a great humble person.

My mom knows it's definitely a different way for me to get dressed, and forcing longer time constraints. So without even asking she will lay everything out and even assist me getting everything on correctly; making sure I’m organized.

I found that when you have children parents find out a lot about each other and their child. My mom a new that I will take extra patients, and that need more help with daily activities and most moms would ever think about.

It's true I take longer getting in the shower; the preparation is so tedious making sure I don't step the wrong way on a puddle and fall. My mom Joyce was always there, and remains there without a doubt. The sad part about it is most don’t have good mothers, yet here I am with all the unique challenges and a loving act that she carries herself with is amazing, I had my own legs taken for reasons that only God or spirits possess, but I owe my mom my heart.


When someone like this so important you it's hard to end. Each parent has meant so much to me. My mom has just done so much it’s hard to summarize exact to what she's meant. I could look at this blog over and over but she just does things so routine, that no other mother would know. How many times has your mom told you too plug in your wheelchair? Comparing her too any other moms would not be fair for her or the mom in comparison.
My mom got an annual award, because she was nominated by my sister were being mother of the year. This wasn't a handicap award for sympathy from me or her it was just an average looking woman doing extraordinary work.

This proves that this woman was not extraordinary, because of having me; she was born to be a mother. With or without me she had this motherly nature about her. One day I remember she was cleaning, and I said “Mom it looks great” She said “Your grandma did it this way; I will too.” That showed me no matter how old you are, no matter what your problem is, your mother approval is essential.

So you're my mom on the ground and she was much older now. She didn't have to pay homage to her mother but she did. It was certain my mom had become a role model of mine and nothing to take that away. That moment of reassurance, I now knew that my mother was right with the same ideals of always trying to honor her mother, by keeping the old traditions.
It just proves that even my mom looks to guidance within her mother, even though she had passed on, so I knew a way to honor my mother was too just to do little things to make sure she knows I was thinking about her.

I was never her baby with a handicap just her, Loggybear and so I let her keep her nickname for me because I understand. Your always looking for that motherly nature and she never fails me. People often want to know just how she got so good at looking past the wheelchair and not treating me any different. My mom is all about compassion for the next honest it's just who she is.

Thanks Mom

Peace Dudes

Spring Break at last!
X.LOGAN

Like father, like son but All you have to do is do it.

When a son has a father, you never know what to type of father you'll have. You're a baby, who can barely squint their little eyes. Only I never questioned my fathers ability, some like assume that some guys walked out on their children when times get tough. At a very early age I was diagnosed with cerebral palsy, but there was no doubt that my father rose to the occasion. How can I know for sure? I had never seen my dad shy away from a challenge., he couldn't win. He knew life was a gift. I never once saw him complain about a job, or even life in general. Everyone always says being a parent is the most important thing in this world, I can honestly say my dad handles his life, like he handles his parenting. You don't quit, because you're tired. I think that applies to my wheelchair most, obviously with me being in a wheelchair it was more time-consuming, more tiresome, but did he quit? No.

A good father teaches his son responsibility, respect, loyalty, what it's like to be a man. I'm not going to be naïve and say that I have the best dad in the world, because he would respond "don't be ridiculous, mister, you don't know everyone in the world." My dad taught me responsibility, respect, loyalty, what it's like to be a man, which was good, because there was a lot more that I would have to encounter than most. Paraphrasing he told me never to worry too much about comparisons, because no one is the same. One of his favorite phrases is "All have to do is do it.” This phrase stuck with me as I thought life would be too hard, when I thought I would never recover from surgeries, whatever the problem was I remembered that exact phrase.My father was a the type, who was basically designed, to face a problem. The ultimate problem solver, it is almost surreal how he related to my disability, without even experiencing anything like my disorder before. He always remained so logical processing things, predicting all the angles, taking all the precautions needed for my safety. He did the same precautions for my sister as well; he always made sure we were treated equally, but also problem-solving from for my own individual safety.When I was younger, sometimes no one would be truthful with me always shadowing sugar-coating the truth.

I knew they were keeping something from me, because they knew it would hurt my feelings. Not my dad, he would find a way to relate all the messages in such a manner that I can could understand them and there their intent so they wouldn't be to so critical. He always told me not to make excuses, treating you me like an adult at an age where most people would question doing so, because he knew I had been through a lot. I needed someone to tell me the truth, ;I needed someone to love and protect me, but not smother me, and he was able to do that, ;I owe him.Learning not to make excuses, and get done what has to be done. Having that attitude is harsh to some, but to me it was realistic. I had enough problems as a child, I had to be with face people looking at me strange. Treating me much differently, acting as if I didn't know exactly what was going on. So having that logical adviser, was a breath of fresh air for me. He taught me how to get in and on out of my wheelchair without help, because the grim reality is most people are too afraid to help, it they becomes terrified, frozen in fear. He knew this would happen some day, where I would be all alone and I would have to learn how to access my cell phone without any help. No one told him to do this. It wasn't in the father manuals 'how to be a good father manual'., not like my dad would read them anyways.It was almost like he knew when I got to public schools that people would treat me differently, because he never once made an academic excuse for me or did he want me to show any sort of unnecessary weakness, because you he knew people would find weakness and exploit it anyway they could. My father would never use baby talk, he really thought it was shameful, because you he knew me learning the language in which I would having me communicate with others would be very important, because you knew my parents knew or at least that my preconceived appearance would be intimidating.

My dad talkinged to me with using comprehensible vocabulary from day one. The best example I can draw on, I used to find his books silly. I don't even remember the book, but instead of saying the characters were silly, he would say. The characters are acting ridiculous or the characters are acting humorous, always substituting words, not that he would never use the word silly. You He just wanted to broaden my horizons, and using different words that mean the same thing synonyms would help my comprehension. I thank him for this so much, because my parents did know that I might come off as mentally ill.

So me being able to mentally process all the comprehension of different words, has enabled me to hold different various conversations with many people.He raised my sister in the same way, but never pointed it out, he just said "Mister, you know there is a difference". That was just about it I think there was a life lesson , telling me that people can be different, but they can equally contribute without making excuses and understanding all you have to do is do it.

Thanks, Dad.

PEACE DUDESX.LOGAN

PLAYING WITH HOT WHEELS

Starting with elementary school I went to public school, however schools being a transition from being by myself now, entering school. Entering with "Assistants" (Aids) with a wheelchair can be difficult. I would have to say I was too young to really understand or comprehend just how different I was from the others. For better understanding let me break these type of kids into different categories lets indulge shall we?

(A) Kids, like this in exhibit (A) that were timid and afraid lets face it. I probably resemble some of the childhood characters in their books, I had had to admit I had felt just the same. I was so used to just seeing family or close relatives and now I was exposed to actual kids my age, and they were so different.

(B) Of Course there were the overwhelmingly "ask to many questions" nosy kids, but at my age, It really didn't matter too much because as I was too young to really understand the full extent of my own conditions. Some kids were looking at me like I supposed to address these overbearing peers. I will say that these kids sort of hurt my feeling because they would ask only questions sometimes hurtful. I would almost feel alienated from groups and certain gangs of kids.

(C) Than as always kids, wanting to help and give me " special attention" which at the time being so young felt appetizing because I was so young, and who doesn't like attention at that age, but ironically, I hate it now shows you how much of it from those type of people.

Although I had assistance to look over me to make sure their kids didn't want me to try something foolish, like for instance, talking me into walking when it was physically impossible with my balance issues. This never happened, although I guess it would be possible, this assistant would push me around because I didn't have an electric wheelchair until first grade (Thank God I got one, I hate feeling pushed), so basically all the assistance I got from this (AID) we're too. make sure I participated socially and help me with crafting gluing and cutting and what little work we did have writing. Basically making sure I got in the individual lesson, they did write for me like a translator, because my handwriting being bad, but that young age everyone had bad handwriting. So it wasn't that big of a issue. I was getting older, near the end of my elementary days. I would use the (Aid) more for writing assignments. Again just to make sure teachers understood. I use too also walked around the school, so the AID would be there to make sure of my safety. It was primarily just playing games building blocks so I was able to make some friends, but being specialized in certain groups or classifications didn't help so I remain shy severely actually I never asked for help I never really asked for anything again because of AID always being there by my side. I started to enjoy gym class because because of my certain kinds of independent, like during the games and activities. I was by myself, my AID would watch from the bleachers with physical conditioning teacher. I was only able to participate in the games if I did a few laps around the school, so I resented the fact that I had to walk around first until the gym found out that liked basketball and made personal commitments to take me to basketball games. I then ultimately became more fascinated with the class becoming everything with sports. Gradually gaining friends that would eventually become teammates on
the basketball team.

Capitalizing on becoming a coach help me achieve so much, coaching was such a big part of my life and eventually will remain a part of my life, and that of basketball just so much to talk about I want to stay focused on the topic of education on this post.

In middle school coaching the team allowed me to be more social and utilizing the ability, I was able to prove so many people wrong, teachers as well a student's you be surprised, jaw dropped to the ground. When you realize that there is so many educators that they do not know how act around me. Even if my intelligence is exactly the same. It's like they become frozen puppets or something which sounds bad, but I took advantage of that capability too with getting out of Read along or read out loud assignments.

So having accomplished, the social barriers of public schools now I had to break away from the prison known as "special education". Once you're in special education, they never want to let you go it's like being sent to prison and trying to get out of a death sentence, maybe you would think Logan. That's too hard of a generalized comparison, a death sentence and a simple special education class, but I've been in the front lines of this education it pure brain washing. These Board of Education supervisors and such do not want you to experience going out into a standard high school educators classroom because of the penalized results that will come of it. If you happen to fail. This is deluded, and there is a lot of red tape surrounding the issue, because you will be on a big impression that they want you to advance, technically it looks bad, if you go to a standard high school secondary (middle) school and are not ready. By the time I was done with elementary school. I had ended all but all of my special classes because I finally persuaded and was able to PROVE THEM WRONG! I had one math special ed class but I had a all normal classes after my termination of all others.

By the time I was in 10 grade I had got rid of all specialized classes, and graduated near the top of my class with honors. I would love to think that they would've realized I could actually have done is a lot sooner. But I think without being pushed and held down to only lesser limitations, actually proved to pay dividends because it made me a stronger person, more resilient.
In conclusion, never judge a book by its cover, or the first page or the second page read the book thoroughly and make sure you understand before jumping to conclusions and not staying open minded.
Peace Dudes
Logan

love on wheels not meals

When Convincing people that you are normal when you look so what different than others around you can be a challenge in itself. My readers know from previous post it has been about how people look at me, however today I want to focus my attention on having a relationship with a woman. It is hard enough for every day people to accept my wheelchair, and the challenges it presents. When I walk on sidewalks people automatically assume that I need my own separation so much so that some of the people actually stand off to the side and let me pass and than the people whisper to their friends comments like “Oh my god watch out”, or “He’s coming behind us move!” like I'm some kind of military tank or some sort of abnormal weapon. These daily occurrences are hard enough to get through. It is not enough for people to see that I'm typical that I understand what it takes to be committed to someone with everything your willing to do for them, that I’m perfectly stable and normal for a relationship however some people just don’t know how to act around me. When people don't know how to act around me they become extremely courteous, so much so it becomes irritating and overwhelmingly fake. You can only imagine this and if you think dealing with the public perception is hard enough try to picture having the pressure to make it through school, workplace, and many other daily activities and become uniquely challenging when your in a wheelchair like doing dishes. Everything has a unique challenge for me, but having a relationship is not only challenging on me, but partner of the relationship it was going to do a lot more than just your high school boyfriend/girlfriend fling. It got to the point I was such a nice guy but however the girls in high school remained to shallow to understand the depth of me as a person. I could just tell that I was never going to find anyone to truly understand me from girls I often got the “You’re a perfect friend”, “You understand more than most guys”. Having the chance to help out my basketball team gave me a chance to meet some amazing people, but it was not good enough the problem was no girl could see the bigger picture of what love or what committed was. Sadly started to believe it, and was starting to think no woman would be mature enough to see that, Ultimately I found this wonderful girl named Katie and put all the doubt that was building and she inspired me no give up hope and give me a fresh smile and a brighter laugh and like a better attitude towards life because I could turn to her and trust everything was okay because she could understand my worries and there for me not just because she felt that she needed to be a wheelchair advocate, or a volunteer she wanted to be with Logan Buckler that is a fantastic feeling.

The battle isn't over, but as long as you have each other and we can do amazing things together but there are challenges still to come. Katie is outstanding, and I think she is absolutely without question where you can actually handle being with me and honestly. I just the same normal caring and loyal what separates me is the wheelchairs and not the reason that you would resume or think of because of what the wheelchair has taught me a lot about trust and looking deeper inside a person. When you look you see a wheelchair that does divide me, but what really separates me to the run of mill guy is my ability to solve and be able to listen and learn, putting things into prospective there is a lot that we have too deal with like staring he just not understanding what is it is my life and people will be treating me differently but not letting that stop me. It will be an adjustment for Katie but like me you will use to it as a way of life. I will eventually change the mold and people will realize I am no different than the rest of guys with great and wonderful girls like Katie

Drawing any final conclusions I would say I love what Katie has done for me and it only proves that even though I’m in a wheelchair and things are a little more of a challenge everyone finds someone. Good night everyone I have Katie waiting

Peace LOGAN