On July 24, 1998, our son, Adam Dzialo, drowned. Twenty-five minutes under water at a summer camp when he was 12 years old eventually resulted in a disabled body but produced an indominitable spirit and brilliant soul. Seventeen years have passed...we believe our son and his family to be in an active state of healing. We devote our lives to his maximum possible recovery and his comfort in his body.
Maribeth (Meb) Dawkins is Adam's longstanding ABR therapist and shiatsu practitioner. She has often traveled with us for trainings in Montreal and has provided Leonid with a wealth of information about baseball and ornithology, neither of which are the hotspots of Russian culture. Meb has passionately cared for Adam and has been a stable force in his life for 12 years. They are on the same page in life, in all areas, except favorite sports teams. Thanks, for sharing this guest post and your gifts with Adam!
Hope Springs Eternal
According to the calendar, spring is officially our current season. It hasn't felt like it here in the Northeast yet, but there have been occasional signs.
Maribeth (Meb) Dawkins
I drove to the Cape, to work with Adam, the other day during a sleet and snow event. The temperature was hovering around thirty degrees, yet there were crocuses popping their hopeful heads through the snow. It's hard to be full of hope when nature keeps throwing conflicting messages at you. Even when your body, mind, and spirit aren't feeling the presence of Spring, you KNOW it is inevitable!
One of my favorite things about the advent of spring is the return of baseball. New York Yankees especially! (Apologies to the Dennison's) What is more hopeful than a fresh start, a clean slate, a good long Winter's rest and six months of PLAY!
Adam joins me in being a true baseball fan, though our allegiances lie on opposing sides of the best rivalry in sports. Before his accident, Adam had, and I hope I'm quoting this correctly, "the best day of my life" in response to his first experience of a Sox game. Sharon, Phil and I have spoken for years about how great it would be to get Adam back to Fenway Park. Unfortunately, due to Adam's physical state, lack of mobility, and extreme reactions to overstimulation, this hasn't been feasible. Adam's comfort zone is not something to compromise.
To return to my theme of hope, how about Adam finally being ready to go to a game after all these years! We have ABR (Advanced Biomechanical Rehabilitation) to thank for this, in addition, of course, to the constant love, support and healing he has generated, and received.
The tickets are in hand, and Sharon and Phil will be taking Adam "out to the ballgame" in July. I won't be there for this momentous occasion, as much as I would love to, but I hope and trust there will be many more opportunities to come. Who knows, we may even get lucky enough to score some Yankee vs Red Sox tickets!! (Notice which team I put first?)