Freedom.
It’s a word that holds immense power, transcending boundaries and igniting the human spirit. It takes on various forms and carries unique significance for each individual. Today, as we commemorate the Juneteenth anniversary, I celebrate a personal triumph over adversity that has redefined the essence of freedom in my life.
My world was shaken eight years ago today when I experienced a left hemispheric ischemic stroke. In an instant, fear consumed me as I confronted the scariest moment of my existence. For a long and arduous year, I fought to rebuild my shattered life, inching my way back to normalcy. Learning to speak, walk, and regain my vision,these simple acts we take for granted became monumental milestones on my journey to reclaiming my independence.
Unless you’ve been trapped within your body, confined by your brain’s limitations, it’s impossible to fathom the immense difficulty, pain, and despair that accompanies attempting even the most basic tasks you once took for granted.
The freedom of movement and self-reliance? which many seldom appreciate- were mercilessly snatched away from me by that stroke.
Yet, from the depths of despair, a flicker of determination emerged, fueling my resolve to rise above my circumstances. Guided by a dedicated team of neurologists, neuro optometrists, physical and occupational therapists, psychologists, and the unwavering support of my loved ones, I embarked on the journey of self-discovery and resilience.
And then, four years ago, something seemingly insignificant transformed into a remarkable milestone,I learned how to skip. This may appear trivial to most, but if you could grasp the intricacies of the brain’s coordination with the hand and eyes, you would be awestruck, just as I was. The intricate web of signals coursing through our minds, orchestrating each step we take, is nothing short of miraculous.
But for stroke survivors, it’s a process of rewiring and reprogramming the brain, relearning and remembering what was once second nature. Some may never regain these abilities.
But I did. And today, I conquered a new frontier—I rode a bike.
Oh, the terror that gripped me! (I would sooner step onto a stage and address a thousand people in an unfamiliar language!) My Husband urged me forward, persistently encouraging me for weeks on end. I had to summon the courage to cast aside the mental shackles that held me captive to break free from the self-imposed limitations. And so, with trembling hands and a racing heart, I embarked on a two-mile journey, clinging to the handlebars for dear life. I stumbled twice, almost succumbing to my fears.
As I pedaled on, a spectacle for those savoring their morning coffees, I saw from their recognition that this was no ordinary bike ride. They cheered me on; strangers became my allies on this terrifying journey. A timid squirrel watched me in awe, leaping out of the way as it witnessed my unstoppable determination. (I almost ran him over)
Passersby on the trail, both ahead and behind me, showered me with words of encouragement, with their unwavering support embracing my spirit. My Husband and protector were steadfastly behind me, ensuring I did not fall or slip. (He would have to answer to our daughter if I did) I absorbed all the cheers, words, and sheer magnitude of this moment.
As I embarked on that bike ride, the world around me transformed. It was like a veil had been lifted, revealing a tapestry of vibrant colors and newfound possibilities. The once-familiar streets and landscapes took on a different hue, imbued with wonder and exhilaration.
At that moment, as I pedaled forward (white-knuckling it), I couldn’t help but marvel at the thousands of signals dancing within my brain. Neurons fired with lightning speed, coordinating my movements, maintaining balance, and processing the multitude of sensory inputs flooding my senses. It was a symphony of complexity, a testament to the incredible machinery that is the human brain.
As I navigated the trail, I became acutely aware of the people around me. Their faces held a blend of curiosity, admiration, and perhaps even a touch of fear. Strangers turned into fellow travelers on this unpredictable journey. Their cheers and encouraging words echoed in my ears, a powerful reminder of the go-go spirit within us all.
Yet, amid this newfound freedom, there were constant reminders of the challenges I had overcome. Measuring distances became an instinctual calculation, each milestone marking a personal victory. The ever-vigilant eye watched for possible hiccups—a pothole, an unexpected turn, or the sudden appearance of a wayward pedestrian.
The traffic lights, once mere symbols guiding the flow of vehicles, now held a more profound significance. They represented not only a means to ensure safety but also a test of my coordination and reaction time. With each green light, I propelled forward, embracing the newfound momentum of my journey. (I had to get off the bike a few times to recalibrate)
Bugs buzzed past tiny obstacles in the grand scheme of things, but for me, they symbolized the potential hurdles that could disrupt my progress.
And then there were the children,innocent souls who embodied the pure joy of movement. Their laughter and carefree spirit reminded me of the freedom I had reclaimed. (They are on bikes too), a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the boundless possibilities that lie within us, even in the face of adversity.
This journey would be a nightmare for any stroke survivor, a relentless test of physical and mental fortitude. But as I pedaled onward, I carried the spirit of those who had supported and believed in me.
Their unwavering love and encouragement propelled me forward, ensuring the nightmare remained firmly in the past.
As I reached another traffic light, a momentary pause in my exhilarating ride, I gazed around, taking in the magnificence of the world that looked so different from this bike. The colors seemed brighter, the sounds more apparent, and the air crisper. It was a testament to the transformation that had taken place within me—a metamorphosis from vulnerability to strength, from despair to hope.
With renewed determination, I continued my journey, knowing that each revolution of the pedals propelled me further away from the limitations that once held me captive. The wind whispered tales of liberation, carrying my spirit toward new horizons. And at that moment, I understood the true essence of freedom, the independence of the soul, the triumph over adversity, and the unyielding pursuit of a life without physical boundaries.
On this Juneteenth, as I celebrate my personal triumph, I invite you to join me on this ride. This ride transcends physical boundaries and embraces the resilience of the human spirit.
Together, let us revel in the power of freedom, and may it inspire us all to break free from the shackles that confine us, daring to defy the odds and reach for the extraordinary.
I did it.
The final exercise that I had avoided, like the plague conquered! I remain a lifelong student, perpetually learning and growing in this ever-evolving journey. And so, I implore you today—to embrace the challenges, engage in difficult conversations, and dare to try. Even if failure lurks around the corner, even if you stumble and fall, summon the courage to try, for someone, somewhere, is rooting for you.
In the words of Helen Keller, “Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.” Today, as we celebrate Juneteenth, let us revel in the triumph of the human spirit, freedom against all odds.
Happy Juneteenth.
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