Getting Out The Door

I have multiple sclerosis. The last time I went dancing was 6 years ago. Since then, I’ve been in an electric wheelchair. How I healed myself to this extent is another story. This story has to do with having reached a point in my oddessy where I felt strong enough to go out dancing.

It was an old familiar voice that spoke to me as I put the polishing touches on my attire for the evening. “Why not just rest? You know you’ll be tired in the morning if you go out. Watch TV. Keep your feet up.”