I'm definitely not to be pitied. Sure, I wish I could do all the physical things I used to do, but my life is good. I have a degree in English from UVA and a certificate in computer science from VCU. I design online computer games. I have season tickets to UVA football and hoops. I travel extensively with my beautiful red-headed live-in girlfriend of seven years -- cruises, California, Florida, NYC, Vegas at least once a year, wherever we wanna go. I've been to a Cowboys training camp, in Austin, and am thinking about spending a month in San Antonio next year. And, hell, I lost my virginity to a French Canadien girl I met playing spades on Yahoo. My motto is, no matter how bad off you are, there's always someone worse. What am I gonna do, lie in bed and mope?
Anyway, I type on an on-screen keyboard. I wear a headset whose movement is tracked by a box sitting atop my monitor; It replaces the mouse. I click by puffing on a straw attached to the headset. Having used the thing for the past 20 years, I've gotten pretty good. I'd guess that I type near 30 words a minute.
So that's probably more than you wanted to know, but I'm proud of what I've overcome, what I've achieved, where my life is and where it's going. I know too many guys in my situation who give up on life, and if reading what I write or hearing that there can be life after catastrophe causes someone to ask questions or gives him/her hope, then my day is made.