Sharing my Heart

I want this blog to be about more than just me. I want to touch lives. I want people young and old to go away with their hearts fuller and their steps more sure.

I'm just going to share my heart with you. I long for a part of this blog to be a refuge for disabled families. I want to do a one on one interview with someone who is disabled about once a month, so that it eventually becomes a place for people to go to for answers. For hope. For an encouraging word. This would probably be easily accomplished by creating a YouTube channel for the interviews and then posting the link here. The reason for this is lots of videos on a blog makes the page load slower.

The interviews would be conducted through Skype, which is a free service and downloads in minutes.

I'm am only one person, but I can make a difference. One of my favorite quotes is by Edward Everett Hale:

"I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do."

Since I can't do everything myself, this is where my awesome readers come in! Do you know of someone who has an inspiring story but no one to tell it to? It can be any type of disability. I'm open to all ethnicities and ages, too. Post a comment or send me an e-mail with their name and a little bit about them. I would love to get started on this in the future.


Together we can do this!

Comments

The Blonde Duck said…
How wonderful!
2:38 PM
tam7777 said…
You go girl. Dream your dream. Make it plain.
9:41 PM
My Diabetic Sweet Life said…
I do have one idea -have you spoken to Lu in the team room? She likes to spread a bit of awareness about her transplant etc. She still struggles every day but does it with the most amazing outlook. I think her story would be an inspiration to many people.
11:00 AM
Madison Sanders said…
Louise,

That's a great idea! I've read her story. I'll have to e-mail her soon.
3:58 PM
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