It is time. Time to accept the me I once was is gone. The tumor and surgeries took away my vision, made me a gimp, and stole my memory. I am no longer the same.
It is not the limp or partial blindness that makes me so different. It is the sense of failure and inability. It is the feeling of irrelevance that make me different. It is the crushed spirit that is ready to give up. Ultimately, it is the knowledge that I am beat. I am no longer invincible. Instead, I am one who must ask for help, receive assistance, and rely on others for so much.
I don’t like many of the words I use for myself. But I am at the point of admitting defeat. I will humble myself and see if God wants to use this broken and fragile vessel.