When I was a child in the late 1950's there was a young boy about my age named Jerry. He was born with no legs beyond his knee area and one arm not farther then his elbow. His mom kept tabs on him all his life up to this point of time. He could not come out and play, he could not turn the tv on, he could not wash himself or feed himself his mother did this all the time for him, along with other things I suppose. I hardly ever seen Jerry laugh or smile much, but I took it was because of how he was born.
We got to be 11 and 12 years of age Jerry would watch from his living room window and see all the other kids play, while he was in the house all the time. When Jerry's mother passed away he was frighten and cried a lot. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was placed into a home down the road for those kind of people (what I use to think as a child).
Jerry would not do anything. He told the people in that home he could not do anything, his mom did it all. Telling him he would never be able to do anything, for himself and so he believed her.
While being in the home, for these kind of children, Jerry was in deep depression over his Mothers death. While sitting in his room crying, he prayed to our Lord to guide him, to what he needed to do. Jerry was not sure, what he should do at all anymore. He was lost in the world, and in himself.
In the home they taught him he could do, anything he wanted to do, if he wanted to do it bad enough. It took some years for him to be, what I call DE-BRAINWASHED. One day I was riding my bike, and I heard my name called behind me. It was Jerry he was riding a bike, his knees on the peddles and his one arm holding the handle bar. I wrecked my bike looking back at him.
Jerry told me that he prayed to the Lord for help, and one day while he was sitting on his bed, in his bedroom he seen a vision of himself. He said it was like, a movie camera recording this. He seen himself riding a bike, doing what ever he wanted to do. It happen more then one time and he didn't know what to think of it. At first he was frighten and then he believed this is what he was supposed to do with his life.
From that day on Jerry gave his all, to be what he was suppose to be. Not only riding a bike but, to climbed trees, went sledding with us, played ice hockey even baseball on his knees. He fell a lot, and got lots of bloody noses, I recall but he never gave up. He had his INDEPENDENCE AND FREEDOM, for the first time in his life.
Us kids noticed he was shorter then us, had no legs but that didn't seem to bother us any. He was our friend. We didn't have to go to his house all the time, he came to ours we could play with him. He laughed and often made us laugh when we cried. We didn't see him as handicapped, only our friend.
The last time I seen him was about 29 years ago at our class reunion. WOW! He was voted the MOST IMPROVED CLASSMATE in ten years, since our last class reunion. He sat at my table we talked a lot, hugged a lot it was nice to see him.
He now had his own car, own home, own business, still going to college. He was looking forward to finding a woman to marry, and have a family one day. He was still his silly self, and made me laugh often. He did not come in his wheel chair, he walked in on his legs he had, not artificial ones. But on his knees which were his legs, and using "a cane to keep from falling down, and getting bloody noses" he said.
We talked about his mom, and he simply said to me "She kept me close to her heart, because she loved me. She didn't want nothing, to happen to me. For that I thank her. She taught me respect, how to love someone, to be honest. She did what she thought she had to do, to keep me safe..."
Jerry then said he was glad, he was pushed so hard, over the limit to learn to do what he can do now. Without the people in the home, he had to go to when his Mother died. He would not be where he was now, in life "HAPPY AND CONTENT WITH WHO HE WAS, AND WHERE HE WAS IN HIS LIFE ".
Jerry told me, that he still often sees visions, and he follows through on them. He has gained much strength, in the Lord and his ways, but also in his life of psychic believing.
I often think of Jerry what he is doing, where he is at, did he find that lady of his dreams. And even though I don't know any of this, I am certain what ever he is doing, he is "ON HIS OWN DOING IT..."