I've always been highly energetic, willing to go to great lengths to achieve goals, working the equivalent of two full time professions in order to have what I wanted and to be what I wanted. After my injury I found I no longer had the stamina or even the ability to work 14 to 16 hours a day, especially if on my feet. I was depressed by my body's failure to live up to my wish to be restored to my pre-injury self - and I was dismayed at trying to cope with the financial strain of being on Workman's Compensation. (For those who don't know, workman's comp pays 2/3 of whatever salary one received prior to the injury, even if the job was only part time. One is not allowed to earn other income of any sort without losing the w. comp. claim.) I'll skip the rest of that nightmare.
|The Wind, acrylic on canvas, 48 x 28.|
|Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I, but when the trees bow down their heads the wind is passing by...|
|Redwing Sentry - Acrylic on Canvas, 12 x 12.|
- Thank you, Roy. You're the best.
p.s. HAPPY NEW YEAR - may 2013 be your best year ever...