Siblings

Sometimes I wonder how children brought up by the same parents can be so different from each other.  Everyone sees life from their own perspective.  No two people will experience things in the same way.  The sun set seen from different locations appears different to each viewer.  Maybe this explains why children of the same parents react differently to life.  Of course we are all born with distinct personalities.

I wonder about these things.  I was special as a child because of having had polio; however, I was treated like any other child by my parents.  As far as I knew there was never any special treatment other than being sent to a private school as a teen, because changing classes in a multi level  junior high school and high school might have been too much for me.  That is the only special attention that I remember getting.  I was not allowed to go away to College for fear of me falling in icy or snowy weather.  I was content to go to the local college.

Some how my brother younger by 3 1/2 years felt as though I had gotten special treatment.  I am sorry that he felt this way.  I never saw this.  I learned to be considerate of my parents not wanting to put a strain on their fiances.  I never remember demanding anything from them.  I was always happy with my life.

Every person is responsible for their own happiness.  Life is not easy for anyone.  Whatever cards that you are dealt in life are yours to keep.  I  have had to deal with being lame from polio ever since I was four years old.  Yes, there were times when I had wished that it had not been that way, especially as a teenager.  I would have loved to have been able to dance and to run.  I learned that it is better to make the best of what you can do rather than bemoan what you can not.  I also learned that no one likes a complainer.  So it is always best to enjoy life and make the most of what you have.