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December 14, 2022

Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Wednesday to all of you Patrons & Supports at Locals, all you wandering souls that frequent Rubin Report, Phetasy, Triggernometry, Tulsi and Padre's. I am sure there are wonderful wandering souls in other communities, some seem very active, others seems more like place holders for Content-Creators who were told to open a Locals community but don't know what they want from it (accept some extra income.) Whatever the case, I am thankful for the the CC of these communities and the people they have gathered around them that bring life to their sites.

Here is a prayer that may be familiar to many of you by Henry Viscardi Jr. about praying for what you want and receiving what you need.

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve. I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health, that I might do greater things. I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.

I asked for riches, that I might be happy. I was given poverty, that I might be wise.

I asked for power, that I might have the praise of others. I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life. I was given life, that I might
enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for.

Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered. I am most richly blessed

This was a variation of it I found on the inter-webs written in the first person, I have often seen it written in the third person of He asked for . . . Some biographical information about this amazing person that should encourage the rest of us to strive for more rather that whine at the difficulties we will face in life.

Hank Viscardi, the son of an Italian barber, was born in New York City in 1912 with what doctors called "arrested development of the lower limbs." He spent the first six years of his life in the hospital as doctors tried to strengthen his short, twisted thighs so that they could carry his weight. He underwent many corrective surgeries and endured painful traction. Finally, he was fitted with casts that enabled him to walk. Because of all his hospitalization, Viscardi hardly knew his mother and had not yet met his two sisters.

In the next eight years, Viscardi breezed through the primary grades and high school. He also served as manager of the basketball team and covered school sports for the New York Times. He earned money refereeing basketball games. When his father died, Viscardi and his older sister had to provide for his mother and three younger sisters. Still, when the time came, his family decided that Viscardi would to go to college.

Viscardi worked his way through Fordham University by sweeping floors, waiting on tables, and helping in the administration office. He graduated as an honor student.

At age 27, Viscardi was fitted with his first artificial legs. During World War II, he served as a field-service officer for the Red Cross, where he worked with amputees. By 1947, he was director of personnel of Burlington Mills Corp., but he noticed others with physical disabilities were unable to find employment. This inspired Viscardi to become a pioneer for aiding people with disabilities.

In 1952, Viscardi founded Abilities, Inc., where he helped train handicapped adults and find them jobs. In 1962, he established the Human Resources School, which was renamed after him in 1992. The author of eight books, he is best known for A Man's Stature, which was printed in 1952 and reprinted in 1987.

Viscardi advised every president from Franklin D. Roosevelt to Jimmy Carter about issues affecting the people with disabilities. He spoke of the philosophy that had sustained him in his path-finding years of work with the handicapped when he said, "Life demands love. Loving means to love that which is unlovable, or it is no virtue at all. Faith means believing the unbelievable, and to hope means hoping when things are hopeless."

Viscardi said that what he achieved personally and professionally could have happened only in America. "In what other land would I, a person born without legs, have been given the opportunity to become a learned man? I learned a great lesson from the doctor who gave me artificial legs," he said. "When I couldn't pay his bill, he told me if I would make the difference for one other life, a life dependent on the charity of family or the community, that his bill would be repaid. I'm still paying that bill."

1983 Horatio Alger Award Recipient The above information was taken from their site.

Henry is inspirational, may his life and his prayer help the rest of us to rise above the limits were are tempted to accept with resignation.

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