David Riley works as an illustrator and an artist in-between the labor involved in managing life with Friedrich’s ataxia, which he was diagnosed with at 9 years old. He has a bachelor of arts in graphic design and a master of arts in Biblical studies. With an appreciation and love for the arts as well as a tenacious desire to excel in life, David brings with him the desire to add perspective to what is a life-altering disability. His father was an Army man, so David has made his way around but is now residing in Lynchburg, Virginia, and is in the process of making a place he can call home there.
If you’re unfamiliar with Fanny Crosby, allow me to introduce you to one of the greatest poets America has known. After singing one of her great hymns one Sunday as I worshiped…
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Activity is a basic physiological need of all living things. For humans, it goes right alongside food, water, and air. And for people like me, who are living with Friedrich’s ataxia (FA),…
I’ve come across the following succinct statement: “I have FA, but FA doesn’t have me.” Since I’m a columnist for Bionews, the publisher of this site, I thought I should do some research…
It’s better late than never, but I finally figured it out — or rather, at last I admitted to myself that a certain pursuit was a complete waste, something that was draining and devaluing…
After nearly a week of learning to use my new wheelchair, it was time to venture out in public. Why, you may wonder, did I hesitate? And why dramatize such a trivial thing with…
Across a little wooden bridge, with the creek underneath and the manufactured habitat surrounding and running alongside, was the home of three small, gray foxes. One of them ran with the others under the…
“What do you wish to achieve in this life?” my friend Tony asked. I sat down for a moment to rest. It was a loaded question, one I hadn’t been asked in years. I…
After I transferred from my scooter onto the desk chair, I swiveled to face the tablet screen, pausing a moment to regain my balance and composure. I carefully grasped the tool in my hand,…
“It used to be that when I fell, I’d get right back up as if nothing had happened,” I said. I relished evenings like this. A peer and I were enjoying the cool fall…
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