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“Ever stumble into something…find yourself limping along…or get on a roll? These turns of phrase turned into my life…after getting mugged and shot in the spinal cord at age 21. The ensuing decades of stumbling, limping and rolling have now turned into something else. Including this website, a book…and now visitors like you! Welcome.” – Paul Bendix

 

Paul BendixBlog: Range of Motion
A Wheelchair Odyssey

  • Party - At 4 PM, it was just the three of us, me and Jane and our one guest, Judith. We all know each other through the Menlo Park Chorus. And it was nice to have her there, Judith. It was also … Continue reading →
  • Consigned - I have to call Sina. I don’t want to. Staring at her card, I even believe that I don’t like her name. I recall the Sino-Soviet disputes of the 1980s…or maybe the 1970s…and decide that her name reminds me of … Continue reading →
  • Dog’s Life - The day dawns…then leaves me behind. Lack of sleep may be part of it. The tasks, fairly simple ones, associated with trying to flog a book…a reading at the library, one at my Palo Alto congregation…these involve just enough moving … Continue reading →
  • The Way Home - Sunday. By 9:45 AM, the bulk of the work day behind me, I head for the sticks. When we speak of work, we mean physical medicine, of course. I staggered into the shower, with considerable help from Jane, shortly before … Continue reading →
  • A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Bookstore - For years, I have employed a simple standard in the determination of my life’s failure. Lack of publication. This fact, or measure, was demonstrable. It rose like hard laughter from a wooden ventriloquist’s dummy. Unpublished. Unworthy. Undeniable. Until, the opposite … Continue reading →