What Are The Paralympics?

I hardly know anything about the Paralympics.

Like, is the word even supposed to be capitalized?

Seriously, all I know at this point comes from commercials.  I am aware of the following events: biking, swimming, sitting volley-ball…I assume there is running, wheel-chair racing and possibly basketball.  Maybe gymnastics?  If it sounds like I’m the most ignorant and uninformed “disabled” person when it comes to the Paralympics, that’s because it’s probably true.

The other day my friend Jen (from BornJustRight) posted a link to an article and asked, “Who is your favorite Paralympic [athlete] who deserves Oscar Pistorius – Paralympic Athlete-level media attention?”  “People have favorite paralympic athletes?” I thought.  And then I felt absolutely horrible for thinking that.

Maybe I could cheer for Crates. “GO CRATES!” Yep.

I don’t remember ever hearing about the Paralympics when I was younger.  I’ve always loved sports, but my heroes have all been of the normal variety.  The professionals.  It was always the NFL, MLB and NBA for me.  Those were the stars.  And it wasn’t as if I dis-liked differently-abled athletes; I literally didn’t know they existed!

Now here I am, turning thirty-five next month, and I’m just learning about the Paralympics.  It’s daunting!  I’ve started following some of them on Twitter.  I’ve gone to the website and read some blogs.  And while it’s still exciting to learn about, I still feel bad a lot of the time.  For instance, I have no idea how one would get on a path to become a paralympian.  Not a clue.  I don’t know the rules that govern qualifying or how difficult it is to make it.  And I feel like I should.  I feel like people expect me to know that for some reason.  I know that’s dumb, but that’s where my mind is at right now.

The fact of the matter is that I know hardly anything about a lot of things.  For instance, one of my friends makes lasers.  Literally.  I don’t know anything about that and I don’t feel bad about it.  I don’t have a connection to it.  Except that lasers are awesome, but that’s besides the point.  The point is, I feel like this is different because I have such an obvious (physical) connection to the Paralympics.  Because of that, I assume everyone thinks I should know about them.  But, do you know how many people have asked me directly about them?  None.

So, instead of feeling bad that I don’t know very much about the Paralympics, I’m going to enjoy learning about them.  I’m going to discover athletes to cheer for.  I’m going to be amazed by their stories.  I’m going to read the stories posted by my friends who know more than I do.  I’m going to allow my perception of “athletes” to be challenged.  I’m going to grow.  I’m going to watch people with bodies and abilities that are different than mine accomplish amazing things.  I’m going to be inspired.

And I’m going to go “Like” the Paralympics Facebook page.

Finally.

 

Here are some helpful links about the Paralympics:

Official Website

Official London 2012 Paralympics Page

And here is an amazing commercial for the UK’s Channel 4 coverage:

Channel 4 Paralympics – Meet the Superhumans from IWRF on Vimeo.

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Expectations Are A Dangerous Thing

As I waited for my lunch order, he walked in.

Immediately uncomfortable, I looked away, hoping he wouldn’t see me.

Earlier this summer he was the umpire for our work picnic kickball tournament.  My team was getting slaughtered when a dude from the other team kicked a ball that was clearly foul.  Everyone knew it, so we all stopped.  Since he didn’t say it was foul, the kicker kept running.  All the way home.  Everyone thought it was a joke.  A few people questioned what was happening.

And then I freaked out.

I didn’t curse him out, but I’m not proud of how I acted.  Pretty sure I said something like, “Way to live up to the stereotype of umpires being blind,” and I know at one point I said, “Congratulations on making this NOT FUN.”  I went on and on because he kept smiling, which just made me angrier.  And it’s not like it mattered; we were getting killed.  It’s just that the call was so obviously wrong and everyone knew it and I hate when things are unfair.

After I calmed down, I apologized to him on the field.  Later on, I saw him and apologized again.  He said, “Honestly, I wasn’t even looking.  I just had to make a call, so I did.”  WHAT??  You could have said you didn’t see it!  It’s a stinkin’ WORK PICNIC.  Breathe, Ryan…breathe.  Anyway, I truly did feel bad, but you know what else I thought?  I don’t want to be known as “that one-handed hot-head.”  People already have an easy enough time remembering me because of my physical difference; I’d rather they didn’t add “jerk” to the mix.

What’s interesting is that this came up when I got my license plate, too.  “Now I have to be a good, even-tempered driver and I can’t go anywhere I shouldn’t be because my license plate will give me away,” I thought.  I have higher standards.  I’m a pastor with one hand who has a license plate that says “1HANDED.”  Oh, the pressure!

There I am, folding under the pressure.

Let’s be honest, though; it shouldn’t take those things to keep me in line.  Sure, it’s true, I might be easier to recognize and remember than most, but that shouldn’t be my motivation to be a good person.  To reign in my temper.  To not go to places I shouldn’t be.  To be a safe and conscientious driver.  We should all be trying our best to live lives that are honest and good and helpful to others, regardless of our occupation or limb situation, right?  Sometimes I get caught-up in the pressure I put on myself because of my differences and, in my opinion, that’s a recipe for disaster.

Those of us with limb differences know we stick out.  And trust me, we feel the eyes on us.  It can be difficult and seem unfair at times.  The truth of the matter, though, is that most of us put this pressure on ourselves.  We have the desire to exceed expectations, even when those around us might not even have the expectations we think they do.  And that’s not your fault, fully-limbed people.  That’s our bad.

Maybe you do the same thing.  You imagine all of these expectations on you and then, feeling the pressure, you crumble and feel like a failure for not living-up to them.  My advice is this: Expectations, schmexpectations.  Forget ’em.  Stop trying to live-up to what you perceive to be other peoples’ expectations and live according to what you know to be true and right.  Will you fail sometimes?  Sure.  Can you get back up and press forward?  Absolutely.

Go get ’em, tiger.

Oh, and if you ever ref a sporting event I’m involved in, do not miss a call.

I have a ways to go.

 

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How To Use A Lawn Mower With One Hand

This one time I ran into a van with a riding lawn mower.

I had told the person I was mowing for that I knew how to use it.  That was a lie.  But, how difficult could it be, right?  Well, apparently it’s important to know how the gears work.  Especially on a hill.  As I started to roll backwards, frantically trying to figure out how to stop, I saw the van out of the corner of my eye.  Before I knew it… WHAM!  I looked around.  As far as I could tell, nobody saw it happen.  I put the mower in gear and off I went.

Sorry…person that owned that van.

I’ve mowed lawns with a regular lawn mower my whole life.  Never made any adjustments.  Starting it can be a bear, depending on the setup of the mower, but it really hasn’t been a problem.

This is a lawn mower.

I still like mowing the lawn, but these days it’s a little more painful than it used to be.  Having to push the mower with one hand is hard on my wrist.  And the vibrations don’t help.  That said, it’s still doable.  (Full disclosure: I live in a condo.  I never mow my own yard.  Don’t worry about it.)

Here’s a video of me starting the mower and mowing a little bit.  Please feel free to post your thoughts and questions in the comments section!

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Do I Really Need To Be Healed?

A friend of mine took her daughter to the park recently.

While they were there, a man asked if he could pray for my friend’s daughter.  She said yes and he proceeded to pray for Kaelyn to be healed.  For her to experience “normalcy.”

And for her fingers to grow.

Kaelyn, besides being as cute as a button, has a little left hand with tiny fingers.

Me and the adorable Kaelyn

Kaelyn’s mom shared this experience on Facebook and the reactions caught me off-guard.  This guy was called a creep and an idiot, even a lowlife scumbag.  It was clear many thought his actions were beyond inappropriate; they were offensive and insulting.

The responses surprised me because I know where this guy is coming from.  I’ve grown-up in an environment where the ability of God to heal people physically is not only believed, but expected.  In fact, when I was younger, I was taken to a “healing convention,” since I was born with one hand.  We all lined-up on the floor of the coliseum and were prayed for.  I was even “slain in the Spirit.”  And by “slain in the Spirit,”  I mean that they pushed on my forehead and I dutifully fell back and then took a short nap.  My arm, shockingly, remained in the same condition.

My belief is that this man at the park was just trying to help.  He was misguided and uninformed regarding what he perceived as her needs, but I truly believe he had her best interests in mind.  Like me, Kaelyn doesn’t need physical healing for her hand.  She’s not ill or in pain, nor does she have a disease; she is the way God made her.  God didn’t forget to have her fingers grow.

Then there is the issue of normalcy, which seemed to be the most offensive part of the experience to those who commented.  “What’s normal anyway?” one person said.  Well, the definition of normal is “to conform to the most common.”  The fact of the matter is, having two hands is more normal than having one or none.  I’m sure that’s where he was coming from when he was praying for her.  Perhaps a better question than “What is normal?” then is, “Who cares about normal?”  Yeah, it’s true, I’m not normal.  I have one hand.  I’m different.  And for me at least, being different is awesome.  I believe that the more I try to be normal, the more I miss out on being unique.

The truth of the matter here is that we all have a lot to learn.

For the Christians in the house: Oftentimes, what seems right and helpful, might actually be perceived as insulting and even creepy.  This man’s words and actions, while well-intentioned, were perceived to be offensive and insulting because he assumed she wanted to be “normal” like him.  He assumed there was something “wrong” with her.  I’d suggest, before offering to pray for someone about what you perceive to be their needs, ask them what their needs are.  Tell them what you’d like to pray about before doing so and don’t be offended if they say, “No, thank you.”  Be open to hearing their perspective and learn from the situation.

And to all the non-Christians:  Be patient with us.  We Christians try really hard, but sometimes our good intentions undermine common courtesy and understanding.  Please believe that we’re trying to help, but also take it as an opportunity to teach us; especially those of us who have misunderstandings about the physically different.  And please don’t think we’re all creepy, idiotic, low-life scumbags.

The way I see it, my friend’s experience illustrated perfectly the paradigm shift that needs to continue in the world, but especially within the Christian community.  Nancy Eiesland’s work, The Disabled God, opened my own eyes to new perspectives regarding physical differences and disabilities in relation to my theological beliefs.  Certainly Jesus healed many with physical ailments, but obviously not all.  There’s no doubt in my mind that God can physically heal people, but I believe our definition of “heal” needs clarification.  For instance, perhaps you remember the paralyzed man whose friends lowered him through a roof into a crowded house because they believed Jesus could heal him.  Jesus first forgave his sins and then, to make a point to the Pharisees about the difficulty of doing so, healed the man physically.  The man’s physical healing was secondary to his spiritual healing.

I’d venture to guess that the majority of us who were born physically different would say we don’t need physical healing.  As I’ve said already, we are not ill or diseased or in pain.  We are the way God made us.  He didn’t screw-up.  We, too, have been fearfully and wonderfully made.

Let me be clear here:  I don’t envy the position “normal” people are in when it comes to knowing how to interact with those of us who are physically different.  I know most of you try hard and do your best, but the truth is, we’re all still learning.  And that’s great.  We have a long way to go, but we’re getting there.  I’m hopeful that the more we identify these issues and work through them, the better off we’ll be.

And just for the record, if you want to pray for me, I have a list.

My arm growing is not on it.

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How To Do A Cartwheel With One Hand

I’m no Gabby Douglas.

Even when I was a much more nimble boy, gymnastics didn’t interest me.  Just never much of a tumbler or a hand-springer, if you will.

That said, I would like to present to you this one-handed cartwheel instructional video.

Enjoy.

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Helping Hands Midwest Picnic 2012

I spent last weekend in Ohio.

I know, right?

I was invited to be a “guest of honor” at the 2nd annual Helping Hands Midwest picnic, so all five Haacks hopped in the van and made the nearly nine hour trip to Harrison, OH, for the fun.  And we were not disappointed!

Helping Hands Midwest is “a networking group for families who have someone with a hand difference; to get together to share, inspire and celebrate.”  In 2004 my friend Kim’s son, Gabe, was born missing his left hand and they made several trips to the east coast to meet with doctors and a group there.  She thought it’d be nice to have a group like that in the midwest, so…she started one.  She’s awesome.

We pulled into Harrison Friday evening and immediately participated in my kids’ two favorite activities:  Swimming and eating.  Since we were so much farther south than usual, we had to eat at Waffle House.  “This is the best food EVER!” the kids proclaimed.  Vacations are awesome because everything is the best.

Once we hit the pool, the real fun began.  Leading up to the picnic, I wondered how my kids would react to other kids with limb-differences.  I mean, I’m dad.  They’re used to me.  But, what about a bunch of kids running around with little arms?  Well, Joe and his daughter Julia were in the pool.  Julia is beautiful little girl with a hand difference and she was practicing holding her breath.  And then little Gavin showed-up with his family.  Gavin’s hands are different, but you’d never know it with all the swimming and jumping he did!  So, how did my kids react?  As of this writing, I’m not sure they even noticed.

Later that night I had the privilege of meeting Molly Stapelman (founder of LuckyFinProject.org) and her family in person.  Finally.  I had gone to get something from our car at midnight and on the way back into the hotel I see a woman (it was Molly) pop out of her car and say, “Hiiiii, Ryan.”  Classic meeting.  Team Stapelman was a tired bunch, so we said our see-you-in-the-mornings and went to bed.

Saturday morning brought breakfast and more swimming and more limb-different kids running all over the hotel.  I really wonder what the employees thought!  We headed over to the picnic around noon…and it was amazing.  There were nearly 200 people there!  We got checked-in and then made our way around to meet some people and my kids went to play games with the other kids.  Everyone seemed so happy to be there.  And it seemed so natural to me.  I wondered how I would react as I’ve never been around a group of limb-different people before (since I was little, at least).  It just seemed right.

My favorite part was meeting the kids.  There were actually kids there that were waiting to meet me.  Me.  What the heck?  I was so excited and honored to meet them!  And meeting the parents and hearing their stories meant the world to me.  It was so encouraging to hear, in person, that what I’m doing is making a difference.  To look into their eyes and shake their hands and give them hugs…seriously, it was the best.

Abdiel and Me

I got to give a talk, too, wherein I shared my story and gave some advice for raising limb-different kids.  It’s funny because I’m a dad, but all my kids have all their limbs.  But, I was the limb-different kid who was raised well, so I think that gives me a pretty unique perspective.  It went well from what I can tell, but next year I’m going to request a wireless mic or a stand.  It’s hard to hold a mic and speak when you’re a hand-waver with only one hand!  We also got to hear from my friends Eric (MySpecialHand.com), Tony Memmel, Elizabeth Stinson and Molly (LuckyFinProject.org).  Each of them had a unique perspective and powerful words to say.  I’m so proud to be friends with them all.

Saturday night a group of us took over the hotel lobby (shhhh!!!) and had so much fun I think I pulled a muscle from laughing so hard.  I remember looking around and thinking, “These people are amazing.”  Each one of them was funny and kind and compassionate and loving.  There was a comraderie between us all that went witout saying.  And I believe that connection will stay with us for a lifetime.

I’m so grateful for our time in Ohio with everyone involved with Helping Hands Midwest.  It confirmed for me, again, my role in the limb-different community and stoked the fire to push-on toward even bigger and better things.  It confirmed my belief that limb-different kids are some of the most resilient, creative, funny, determined kids on the planet.  It confirmed the fact that the parents of these kids are both down-to-earth and other-worldly.

And it confirmed that carrying two pizzas, a burrito and a two-liter of Sprite into a hotel – with one hand – is a pain in the butt.

Thank you SO much to Kim and everyone that attended the 2012 Helping Hands Midwest Picnic!

See you next year!

Best picture ever. Sam (MySpecialHand), Me, Molly and Ryan (LuckyFinProject), Tony and Lesleigh Memmel

Me and Sam from MySpecialHand.com

Ryan and Ryan, my little buddy (LuckyFinProject)

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