Aron Ralston Swore At Me

“You lucky son of a b****,” Aron Ralston said as he playfully punched me.

Find out why…after the break

It’s like The Bachelor all up in here.

I’ll get to why Aron said that to me in a minute, but first, how did I even get myself in that position?  Aron was in Madison today as part of the Distinguished Lecture Series on the UW-Madison campus.  In case you’re not familiar, Aron is “that guy who got stuck in a canyon and had to cut his arm off to get free.”  My friend Mary told me about his upcoming appearance last week.  Thanks, Mary!  I’ve gone to previous lectures and they are always well attended, so I showed up nearly an hour early and it paid off.  I had a great seat even though there were probably a thousand people there.  Such a great turnout to hear him speak!

Aron’s presentation was fantastic.  He walked us through his story, his presentation interspersed with both drama and humor.  He punctuated parts of his story with the lessons he learned from selected events, like the importance of accountability and what he learned about courage and commitment from his ordeal.  He also told us what it’s like to drink your own pee and yes, he went into detail about how he cut his arm off.  Insane.  The whole thing was a wonderful learning experience for a budding speaker like myself, too.

"I suppose drinking your own pee is better than drinking someone else's pee." True fact.

“I suppose drinking your own pee is better than drinking someone else’s pee.” True fact.

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Finding Love With One Hand

Happy Valentine’s Day everybody! This is the last post in the Trifecta of Love for this week. I hope you enjoyed Kristy’s and Julie’s posts, too! Enjoy the day and know that you are loved! At the very least, by me. – Ryan

When I asked Julie to “go out with me,” it was quite the event.

I made a scavenger hunt.  I don’t remember all of it, but I do remember that it started with a note on my front door and at one point a card directed her to play “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon and another brought her to some roses.  Ultimately, it ended at me and I asked her to be my girlfriend officially.  That was December 18th, 1998.  A week later Julie bought me a TV/VCR combo for Christmas.

I bought her a Celine Dion CD.

"This is for our life together." Uh...yeah...of course...

“This is for our life together.” Uh…yeah…of course…

Clearly, we were moving in the same direction.

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Love Letter From My Wife

Continuing the love theme for the week, today’s post comes from my beautiful wife, Julie.  She loves me a lot.  In fact, I feel a bit uncomfortable posting this because she’s so nice!  But, I’m doing it anyway because she’s awesome and you deserve to know that your kids (or you!) can find love like this someday, too.  Enjoy!

There’s a popular trend on Facebook right now where newlyweds post all or most of the pictures from their wedding day. I love flipping through the photos and seeing the happy, glowing faces of the bride and groom and all the fun of their day. My favorite pictures are of the couple lost in each other’s eyes at the altar as they take their vows. You know the shot: bride beaming brightly on the left, the groom stunned by her beauty standing on the right, and the officiant or pastor between them, guiding them through the ceremony. Each time I get to those pictures, my heart skips a beat, remembering those moments at my own wedding. Looking into Ryan’s eyes and knowing that he was committing to love me until the end of time….it was magical.

The thing is, though, the ceremony pictures of our wedding look a little different. In our photos, it went: blonde bride on the RIGHT, super cute groom on the LEFT, with my dad (the pastor) between us.

Yep, she's right.

Yep, she’s right.

I love that no matter how many wedding photos I look at, ours will always have that little special difference. Because I married a man with a little special difference. Having one hand meant that we made a choice to switch sides at the church to keep things more convenient for Ryan during the ceremony.  That small change was not even noticed by anyone else, but it is the life we lead. From the moment I knew I loved this man, his hand was just a little special difference that makes our life more unique.

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Bring It On, Love

Valentine’s Day is this week, so what better theme for the blog than love? I’ll be sharing my thoughts on finding love, as will my beautiful wife, but today we kick things off with the hilariously talented Kristy Desilets. Kristy is a teacher in the Boston area who likes to run, loves expressing herself creatively, and secretly wishes she had twenty cats. Shhhh. I met Kristy a couple weeks ago and love her perspective. I hope you’re inspired by her confidence!

Hi, I’m Kristy, and I was born with only a right hand.

Hi, Kristy! Cool helmet.

Hi, Kristy! Cool helmet.

That’s not my usual introduction line to strangers, by the way. As a guest blogger on the topic of finding love, Ryan suggested discussing this question: Had I ever been nervous that I’d never find love because of my (one) hand? To answer that question, I pose another: When was the last time you heard a guy comment, “Wow, that chick’s got a great pair of hands!” Never. That’s when. Turns out most guys don’t care so much about hands. Huh.

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The Deal With Prosthetic Arms

“Of course the prosthetist has one leg,” I thought to myself.

His name was Ken and he was big and loud and, honestly, kind of scary.  He invited me back and I followed him through the halls of Aljan, the place where I’d received my prosthetics some twenty-five years ago.

Look what I can do!

Look what I can do!

I decided to go there again recently, not to get a new arm, but to do some reconnaissance work.  I’m asked all the time about prosthetics and since I haven’t worn one in over twenty years, I figured it’d be good to bone-up on the subject.

The funny thing is, I drive by Aljan every week.  And nearly every time for the last year I’ve thought to myself, “Dude, just make an appointment and go in.”  I’m glad I finally did because I learned a lot.

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