Home of the Brave
Someone commented the other day that I am brave. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that. People think dealing with a lifelong disability makes you brave. I don’t want to be brave, I want to be Superman, no, make that Super Woman. How does one become a super person? I wonder if it’s from eating super foods like Orovo? If I were a super person then there would probably be some kryptonite I’d have to deal with. Been there, done that. (That is funny!)
Can you guess what is my kryptonite or Achilles’ heel?
Uh,
Chubby former radio announcers???
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