to tell you the honest truth

I can't fly. What I mean is I am unable to fly, it's not a medical thing, there has been no letter from the hospital to tell me not to fly, it's just that if I run along a runway and flap my arms then as far as I know I will not fly. I'm so sure of this that I'm not even going to try. It's just a fact that if I do jump in the air then the pesky gravity sucks me right back and reminds me of some basic laws of physics that I may have forgotten.
I can almost hear the foreheads being slapped as I type but it's things like this that remind me that nothing is impossible. If Mr.Wright and Mr.Wright had said that and left it at that then we would never know what other countries were like or we would have never found out that clouds aren't made from candy-floss (though I still reckon they are)
I was at the Irish Wheelchair Association center on Monday and it was like somebody gave me the keys of a kingdom. It's a wonderful building on the edge of Mallow town with brilliant facilities for disabled people. I was in the gym in my w/chair and was champing at the bit to get on and use everything in there. Now what has this got to do with flying? Well nothing really other that the thought that I had sort of given up on sport, as a player, but I never really said it out loud, I just sort of carried around the idea that me and any kind of competitive sport were well and truly over and I had more chance of running down a runway and taking off than I had of being able to play a sport again. It got me down a lot because I let it get me down and I couldn't have been more wrong if I tried. There is of course almost as many sports for disabled athletes as there are for able bodied and I really have always watched the paralympics with as much enthusiasm as any other sport I watch, but I really thought that because of my condition and the fact that I'm over forty (I know, scary) that it was all behind me.
While I was in the gym I got a phonecall, somebody wanting to know if I'd like to play w/chair basketball and rugby, of course I said yes and I'll be starting training on the 23rd. A short time later I got another call and I've been asked if I'd like to try sailing, not just the paddle around the shallows type of sailing but full on sonar racing, needless to say I'll be hoisting up the mainsail on that one very soon. Today a man called to see me and he wants to put together a w/chair archery group to compete in both disabled and open competitions, all I could think was where can I get a bow to start practicing.
All of the above happened inside a couple of days. I woke up on Monday morning feeling rubbish and having barely slept and really feeling sorry for myself. I fell over trying to get dressed, I had to crawl down the stairs and my hands were cramping up all day. I went to Mallow and got a couple of phone calls and I feel like I could take on the world. All the things that I was feeling miserable about were taken away by a couple of strangers phonecalls. Tonight my hands are still cramping up and my legs don't work at all but I feel good and can't wait to get on a court/water/field and do some of the things that I thought I never would. Now where's the nearest runway, I'll give it a go anyway.