What I learned from my disabled parent

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My Dad lost the use of everything but his five senses and one arm. It happened slowly from the time I was eleven. He had to stop teaching me tennis, but he could still try He painted pictures till he could not paint. He travelled till he could not travel. A wheelchair does not stop you. He did everything till the day he could not do it and then he did what he could. He designed posters, rattled tins for charity. Went to the Organ society. Now he has that one arm he still visits a social club, goes out to dinner. He still has an opinion and tries to use a tablet. There is quality of life even when most of it is stolen from you and always some way to carry on I would hate to be disabled, but I will always know that you do what you do till you can do it no more and then you look for the things you can do.