A blessing and a curse

I read an article yesterday about brain injury. It got me to thinking ... this has turned out to be the longest, most frustrating, depressing thing that has ever happened to me. It's really easy to wallow in "why me"?
On the other hand, I would be the first to say, "why not me", and expect somebody else to get on with life. After all, I've now known two people who've died around my age, and neither of them was "asking for it" either.
That's the perspective I really need to have, in that as a whole, I got off light. Most of my function is back, and I'm only slightly limited in what I can do. Overall, the world is my oyster, and I've been given an extraordinary chance to both (a) see it for what it is (a second, more aware, chance), and (b) the freedom to go and do something with (a). There's a line that  Stephen Covey has in "Seven Habits ..." about how you should strive to "live, love, laugh, and leave a legacy". I have the first and third covered, the second is always a work-in-process, and the last is why we have religion. Being an arrogant atheist, the "leave a legacy" part is the hardest. What I can only hope is that my grandchildren one day will say "my grandpa was crazy, and did a lot of strange, interesting things".