Seeking Positive Answers: What does it truly mean to be positive?
My friend had told me that it was important to have an information bracelet or tag somewhere on my person when I was out cycling, especially when I was by myself. Considering that I live with cerebral palsy, getting a tag made sense, and I decided I needed to start wearing one. It didn’t hurt that my friend had some available as part of her promotional efforts as a running coach. A photographer I’m not. Here’s my Form and Fitness tag. Kinda proud of my wornout sneakers. (Not bad for a wheelchair user!) One of the pieces of information that goes on these tags is the individual’s blood type. I didn’t know mine, so I took a blood test. It seemed like something I should know. As soon as I got the results, I could predict how my friend would respond when she found out that I was B positive. It’s a sign! she said. I laughed and told the friend I’ve come to call my “big sis’” that I knew she’d say that. She’s allowed. Not just because she’s the sister I’ve always needed, according to my