My
name is Daniela
The missing
impulse
Multiple Sclerosis
Glossary
Always the same story
The closer to Mecca, the farther from Allah
The closer to Church, the farther from Jesus
The closer to State, the farther from Justice
THE MISSING IMPULSE.
The story of DannyF: ward after ward
towards a clear blue sky.
It was no easy decision to search for help on the Internet, but, on the
whole, as the sayings go, 'the game may be worth the candle' and 'nothing
venture, nothing gained'.
All the same, due consideration has been given to the following good
preliminary conditions: the user-friendliness of this means of
communication and the fact that other people, just like me, may be
asking for help (despicable situation that I wish nobody should
experience). In addition, at a medical level, the internet may also
serve a healthy popularizing purpose, without any influences, prejudices,
boycotts, and restrictions whatsoever, in order to voice important
issues and to promote healthy and correct medical information, in the
absolute respect of the Hippocratic Oath (a collection of moral rules
and behaviors that regulate and guide clinical practice: by way of
example, the rule whereby physicians should give up any heroic diagnoses
and treatments). Depending on their disposition, people will thus be
able to get to the end of the day, to enjoy a quiet and restful sleep
and to spend a peaceful life in their old age. This means that their
conscience is clear because it has been aroused and their minds have
been converted to a healthy medical research so that people will act in
the best possible way for the common good.
Bearing in mind what has just been mentioned, I decided to tell my
story. My name is DannyF, yes of course giving a hand, I took part in
the activities proposed by the parish of the city where I live, I was
born in good health, have started a normal life made up of school, sport
and friends; what a paradox and insult to injury: I was a supporting
teacher and was indirectly and theoretically involved with disabled
people. I had no idea that one day I too might have to face a disability
but, unknowingly, that fateful day was fast approaching! I used to have
various interests that filled my day and I have always loved and
respected, without ever in the least disputing it, life in all its
simplest (but to me significant) aspects that in most cases are taken
for granted and unappreciated. Among other things, preparations were
being made for the day when I was to blow out my candles, during my
birthday celebrations. Never could I have expected to receive so
particular a 'present'.
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