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Tonight I should practice driving

This may be a big night for me. I should practice driving in a parking lot tonight. This should be a great night. I am a little bit nervous getting behind the wheel again, but I think I am ready. I don't know yet what will be expected of me from the VA on Wednesday. I have to call tomorrow and find out if the VA needs me to bring my own vehicle, or if they will provide it.

I will also be practicing tonight for Sunday. Overall this should be a big night for me. I know it has not even been 6 weeks yet, but it seems like it has been an eternity. My dad has been struggling with this for over 7 years. I know that it can be done, but it has been hard. I don't know what is harder, knowing I can and am not allowed, or not being allowed. If I simply wasn't allowed, then that would be all of it. I simply would not do it. BUT since I can, but am not allowed, it is harder because I know it is something I used to do, but will have to work into it.

Speaking of things I used to be able to do, I used to be able to do jumping jacks easily and now I have a hard time doing them. I think that it is because I do not have a good cerebellum the rest of my body wants to take over. Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that when I jump it feels weird.


  1. Hey Jim-
    Thanks for sharing your journey. Please know the kids and I continue to pray for you at every meal and at bedtime. If someone forgets to lift you up in prayer, Hannah is quick to remind us and we get you covered. :)

    We love you guys!


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