by Ricky | Jul 13, 2015 | Duchenne
When mother revealed that she wanted to end her life following my Duchenne muscular dystrophy diagnosis, I didn’t feel sorry for her. Instead, it compelled me to realize how much more strength she possessed, compared to my original admiration. I’ll never forget when...
by Ricky | Jul 8, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear Future Daughter, There isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t dream of kneeling from a distance with open arms, waiting to catch you inside them. However, your father is unlike everyone else. I lack the physical capacity to reach out for an embrace, but it was...
by Ricky | Jul 2, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
Sometimes it feels as though I’m in a different dimension. Even with friends and family, I’m still so out of place. I remain alone, yet solitude keeps me calm. It’s cold where I am, this perpetual dream of silence. Like the darkness of outer space, I await for...
by Ricky | Jun 29, 2015 | This is My Life
This was me in kindergarten, dressed in my tiny school uniform. I didn’t know at the time, but I was already standing my ground, waiting for the obstacles ahead… unafraid. Aunt Clara used to love correcting my homework. It always ended in an argument when I yelled...
by Ricky | Jun 28, 2015 | Prose
One of the biggest misconceptions in this day and age is the meaning of humility. What the majority fail to understand is that it has nothing to do with putting ourselves down to lift others up. Instead, it has everything to do with taking ourselves out of the...
by Ricky | Jun 25, 2015 | Duchenne
No. I can’t masturbate. It isn’t something that “inspirational” cripples publicly announce when they’re expected to act a certain way, while fearing women might think them asexual. Then again, I never gave a damn about what anyone thought. Sometimes I catch myself...
by Ricky | Jun 24, 2015 | Letter Box
Dear Women, There’s something I wanted to say for the longest time. Can you keep a secret? Because the truth is (and it might sound corny), you saved my life. You see it was only some years ago that my health began going downhill. As the issues kept accumulating, I...
by Ricky | Jun 23, 2015 | Romance, or Lack Thereof
I love when girls are hot. I love how warmth softly caresses her cheeks as the glowing pink clouds of early summer evenings, kissed by the lingering traces of a sunset. I love the way her hair embraces her forehead like honey on a honeycomb, how she takes a deep...
by Ricky | Jun 18, 2015 | This is My Life
“Why me?” It’s a question that I’ve asked myself since a very young age, while my physical weakness continued its progression. I never cared much about the technicalities of my diagnosis because it was simply something I had to fight through. I thought if I kept...
by Ricky | Jun 8, 2015 | Prose
When it comes to nursing, developing friendships is inevitable, especially with those who genuinely care about me (I can tell). I love my nurses, at least 99% of them. However, with Kristyn, it’s different. I met her back in 2009 when she was only seventeen years...
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