I was told I wouldn’t leave the hospital…..
A priest was called….
My first stroke left me paralyzed from the waist down and no feeling/use of my left arm.
My second stroke left me paralyzed and blind.
My third stroke resulted in …(contributed to…) epileptic seizures.. the grand-mal flavor…I’ve come to call them “the fall and flop…”
That was ten years ago.
I regained my vision, I regained some mobility….
It wasn’t a hunger for fame and fortune that kept me going to occupational therapy and physio….
It was the will to rise above adversity….you can call it willpower if you like.
For some the fight to live, to survive against all odds.. (not my first brush with death by any means) is the only drive left.
I’m sure my experiences of what I call willpower will be dismissed as something else…
Vanity or obstinance…anything but willpower…
Some like our friend Sanctus need to call it divine interevention…some will dismiss the will to live…that resevoir of untapped resilience and determination that enables you to overcome enormous hurdles as anything but willpower….
You start dying at the moment of your birth. You can resign yourself to accepting the vicissitudes and outrages of injustice and inequity, you can blame the world and everyone for what’s happening to you…or you can surrender to drugs, violence, any substitute….
If the metric of “survival” is a non-negotiable element when discussing the ethereal character of willpower…. From the jungles of SouthEast Asia to the green/black sky of a tornado whipped chaos on the frothy waters of lake Huron…I’ve experienced willpower a few times…
But then hey I’m just a crank …easily dismissed…
Please carry on…