Diagnosed with PTTD, I faced the first challenge that I might actually be powerless to surmount.
Posterior tibial tendon dysfunction - also known as 'rigid flat foot' is, typically, a degenerative disorder. One begins with orthoses, graduates to a boot, likely moves to crutches and, eventually, potentially to being wheelchair-bound.
When I turned 20, I discovered the ability to overcome substantial obstacles by losing 150 pounds. Since then, I've never faced a challenge I couldn't overcome. Confronted with this, I felt the omnipresent and exquisitely abundant fire in my soul being slowly extinguished. Most days I wouldn't have to think about it, but any time I did consider it, I would immediately begin to feel inadequate, hopeless.
To not be able to participate in the activities I have so come to love. To not be able check off that bucket list item of a backpacking trip through New Zealand. What about kids? If I have them, will they too inherit this?
For my part in this story, my fire prevailed. I began running barefoot. I continued to read, research, and locate progressive specialists ultimate to discover that I was misdiagnosed.
But I have to say: when the fire goes out, you've got nothing. And then you're done. "A man isn't finished when he's defeated, he's finished when he quits" (Nixon).
Perhaps there's something we can do to help (re)kindle the fire for these detainees?