Cindy O'Connor


(My Battle With Multiple Sclerosis)
by Cindy O'Connor

They said, "You'll never make it",
And they thought that they were right,
But I kept on plodding forward,
Because I hoped I might.
They shook their heads in wonder
That I lacked the sense to quit.
But I held my chin up higher
And I didn't mind a bit.
They said, "You'll never make it",
As the problems multiplied;
But I had to make an effort
And to know at least I tried.
Though sometimes my spirits lagged
And I shouldered what was lightest,
And the rest, I sort of dragged.
And I found to my amazement
At the ending of the day,
That what they said I couldn't,
I had managed anyway.
It only took three little words:
"Lord, Help Me", and I rid
Myself of doubt. And all they said
I'd never do....I did.


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