tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post1106898107237063433..comments2024-03-29T03:43:45.977-04:00Comments on Of Battered Aspect: Here GoesDave Hingsburgerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-60088046143594288632009-01-19T14:59:00.000-05:002009-01-19T14:59:00.000-05:00The first time someone flirted with me while I was...The first time someone flirted with me while I was in a wheelchair I had the same reaction. I am so used to being unnoticed. I know people see me, see the chair and instantly filed me away as the girl in a wheelchair. And I am ok with that. I know my loved ones see me. My husband still thinks I am smart, sexy and pretty. But the day a stranger flirted with me I did the blush. I felt so out of my depth and I was so very happy. This was a peson interacting with me as a, gasp, person. And I saw him as real...not another of the nameless horde who pass by the chair seeing wheels and useless legs. He saw me. I saw him. And it was the biggest compliment a stranger has ever given me. I know what you mean about "it". Wonderful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-73458513130281418142009-01-18T00:14:00.000-05:002009-01-18T00:14:00.000-05:00It is a big deal! I miss it too and it's nice on ...It is a big deal! I miss it too and it's nice on the very rare occasions someone does notice since they did not long before. This made me tear up. And from your pictures, I immediately notice the kindness in your face, in your expression. You can just tell--this is what is most noticeable to me.FridaWriteshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03321658097813377806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-42945450452481222822009-01-17T21:51:00.000-05:002009-01-17T21:51:00.000-05:00I am glad someone complimented your eyes Dave. The...I am glad someone complimented your eyes Dave. The one time I got to hear you speak, I don't remember your eyes, just the enormity and utter rightness of what you said.<BR/><BR/>LisaAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-26026665360250255092009-01-17T19:32:00.000-05:002009-01-17T19:32:00.000-05:00A good reminder of our need to notice the good in ...A good reminder of our need to notice the good in others--kids, spouse, coworkwers, neighbors--- and maybe be a bit more liberal with compliments. Thanks.rickismomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07817042750959998664noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-30822695717805428832009-01-17T18:56:00.000-05:002009-01-17T18:56:00.000-05:00I have thought that compliments slow down as one a...I have thought that compliments slow down as one ages. Or maybe it was because I am aging? Either way, I understand being flustered when one pops up. I think people are a lot more wary of saying anything personal in this time of political correctness.<BR/>Like Anje, I love my son's eyes. They are so beautiful and expressive. His eyes always smile when his mouth does. <BR/>Sweet topic. Glad someone made you blush!Cynthiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12090051661613157087noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-87992778078667000582009-01-17T18:20:00.000-05:002009-01-17T18:20:00.000-05:00Dave if we ever gave the good fortune to met again...Dave if we ever gave the good fortune to met again I'm going to find it hard not to look at your eyes!<BR/><BR/>What you have said is right though, I am not keen on comments on how I look but have been surprised at how some teenagers with physical disabilities I know have such poor body image.<BR/><BR/>I nearly gave one a heart attack one day by telling her (the truth) that she was incredibly good looking. She didn't believe me so we are doing a bit of work on positive self esteem.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-33325992730542792252009-01-17T18:02:00.000-05:002009-01-17T18:02:00.000-05:00Dave, I'm not religious but your blog is my church...Dave, I'm not religious but your blog is my church. By which I mean, it's the place I go every day to get centered, to remember what's really important, to get into that airspace that is mostly found in the best moments in church, if you know what I mean.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-89722666712846674182009-01-17T14:16:00.000-05:002009-01-17T14:16:00.000-05:00It is so nice when that happens.It is so nice when that happens.Terrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14802459265546733391noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-17741074203900427012009-01-17T13:28:00.000-05:002009-01-17T13:28:00.000-05:00it's a big deal. :) and a different kind of big d...it's a big deal. :) and a different kind of big deal that you had courage to post it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-29102800049864854122009-01-17T10:24:00.000-05:002009-01-17T10:24:00.000-05:00Well, I am glad you blogged about "it"! There are ...Well, I am glad you blogged about "it"! There are many of us who understand the delight of a rare - but honest - compliment about physical appearance.<BR/><BR/>I promise that someday when I meet you at a conference or speaking engagement, I won't say a WORD about your eyes. Although, I would love to see you blush like a schoolgirl.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and to Anjie: there's already a girl who loves Adam's blue eyes. Emma can't look at the pictures of them together without saying "Adam cute boy!"Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08502625442668400560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-23557865103260474492009-01-17T10:19:00.000-05:002009-01-17T10:19:00.000-05:00Anjie, I tried to go look at the picture but it sa...Anjie, I tried to go look at the picture but it says I need a password. Is there another way to see the photos. As Belinda before you can attest, I love looking at family pictures!Dave Hingsburgerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11918601687946534172noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-32498923293379265082009-01-17T10:01:00.000-05:002009-01-17T10:01:00.000-05:00Since I wouldn't want to embarass you or make ...Since I wouldn't want to embarass you or make you puke on the computer, I won't try to compliment you today :)<BR/>I had to say something about eyes, though. When my son was born & I saw his eyes open for the first time, they sceamed "Down Syndrome" at me. I feared what those eyes were telling me. Now, those same eyes are the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The colour of blue, the extra little folds, the Brushfield spots like little stars. Complete strangers stop me on the street to tell me how beautiful his eyes are. I hope that those compliments are said to him as he grows up, so he can experience the same feeling as you got yesterday. I hope that when he gets older, some beautiful young lady will look into those blue eyes & just melt. It is strange that the feature that defines Adam as having Ds is the feature that now draws people to him. <BR/>I know that it is hard to post links here, but you are welcome to copy & paste these links to look at some pictures of my son & his baby blues. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/adamsmommy/feb2007092.jpg <BR/>http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/adamsmommy/may2007295.jpg<BR/>Have a great weekend :)<BR/><BR/>Anjie (mom to Adam, 6)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35743239.post-1112318699479243192009-01-17T08:23:00.000-05:002009-01-17T08:23:00.000-05:00I understand the honesty thing so well. I've made ...I understand the honesty thing so well. I've made the choice to be as authentic, even when it isn't flattering, because there really is no point in anything else.<BR/><BR/>For the record, I wish I had beaten her to it, but I have noticed and admired your eyes, and thought of saying so when you wrote about their colour recently, because MINE ARE THE SAME COLOUR! We must be family, I thought, "I don't often see green eyes. I like mine and I like his!" :) There you are, hows that for a self referential compliment. Ha ha! I have described mine as, "The colour of the North Sea." Yours are that colour; I like them. But it's more than the colour. I like what shines out of them; the sparkle of mirth; mischief; kindness."Belindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09251920708783268740noreply@blogger.com