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How Taj rebuilt his life one goal at a time
Recording an interview with Taj Mailata for The Limb Shift last weekend was an incredibly powerful experience. Taj is someone who refuses to let circumstances dictate his life, even when faced with the dual weight of family grief and a sudden, life-altering workplace accident in 2018. For Taj, navigating the aftermath of his amputation required a deliberate shift in focus from broad, overwhelming realities to small, actionable goals. Here’s part of his story which will feature in the podcast when it launches later this year, in October, during Amputee Awareness Week.

For Taj Mailata, navigating the aftermath of life-altering accident required a shift in focus from broad, overwhelming realities to small, actionable goals. Following a workplace accident in 2018 and the devastating loss of his brother a year prior, Taj found a unique tool to process his recovery. He downloaded a simple shopping list app on his mobile phone. However, instead of managing groceries, he used it to manage his existence.
“Every time I go through and I tick it off, it’s almost like a sense of accomplishment that I’ve achieved what I wanted to achieve the next day,” Taj notes. “And that kind of got me through on the day-to-day things. It could be any simple thing like fold washing, whatever it is. Every time I ticked it off, the list got smaller and smaller.”
This structured discipline helped ground him as his physical reality fundamentally changed.
Before the accident, Taj’s professional world was defined by high pressure and rigid, time-sensitive quotas. Working for a supplier that provided glass bottles to a major brewery, the operational margins were incredibly tight.
“You’re really time-sensitive with getting deliveries over to the brewery,” Taj explains. “There’s just a lot of costs or fines that come back to the company if you don’t fulfill the quota of how many glass bottles you need to get over there.”
On September 18, 2018, Taj was navigating a standard “split”—switching production from one type of beer bottle to another—when he drove a forklift toward the office. As he swerved around a corner to avoid a safety barrier, his foot swung out. It was caught between the forklift and the barrier, cleanly shearing off the front part of his heavy, metal-sheathed safety boot.
Initially, the sheer shock masked the true extent of the trauma.
“It’s kind of weird because it felt like I actually injured my knee or sprained something right at the start,” Taj recalls. “But then when I looked down, I realized that my foot was pretty much nearly decapitated—the front half was kind of just hanging by a thread.”
After Taj independently moved himself onto an ambulance stretcher, he faced a rapidly escalating medical reality at the hospital. Surgeons initially removed the irreparably damaged front section of his foot. Only a day later, medical staff approached him with a sobering recommendation to consider a below-knee amputation to secure long-term mobility.
With no prior knowledge of amputee care, Taj’s decision-making process was instantaneous, anchored entirely by his role as a father.
“I had three young daughters to look after for the rest of my life. If that was an opportunity to get a better quality of life, then it was kind of a no-brainer to make that decision.”
Driven by an intense desire to escape the clinical confines of the hospital, Taj pushed through the immediate recovery with remarkable speed. He was discharged and back home by the weekend, less than five days after the initial trauma occurred.
Taj’s resilience during his amputation recovery was deeply intertwined with an existing emotional scar. In 2017, his brother tragically passed away, plunging Taj and his parents into the absolute lowest point of their lives. When the workplace accident occurred just a year later, Taj viewed his physical loss through the lens of that profound family grief.
“The death of my brother actually hit me the worst,” Taj admits. “When I lost my leg, believe it or not, it didn’t really affect me as much because I think I already went through all the pain. I kind of just looked at it as, well, as long as I can walk after this and go back to work, then I’m good.”
Determined to prevent his family from sliding further into despair, Taj consciously chose a pathway of positivity.
“I kind of had to do it—I had to be positive because everything was so negative around that period of time,” Taj reflects. “We didn’t really have too much to celebrate, and I needed to be positive or else we would have just gone down another rabbit hole.”
Taj refused to allow his physical impairment to alter his life or standard of work. Despite his entitlements for time off work, he grew restless at home. Within a month, he purchased a gym set for his garage, and began lifting heavy weights. By the six-week mark, he contacted his manager and returned to work, initially handling essential administrative duties and supply chain scheduling.
He was fitted with his first prosthetic limb by late November 2018 and was signed off on full-time hours by early 2019. His fast rehabilitation even earned him a formal corporate award for return to work. To this day, his mindset remains completely unchanged by his prosthesis.
“I took it upon myself to let the family know that I’m good, that nothing’s going to change,” Taj explains. “Like, I just mowed the lawns today, and I live on an acre block with a push mower. Nothing’s ever going to stop me from doing what I wanted to do.”

Through systematic goal-setting—from purchasing an acreage property between Brisbane and Toowoomba to marrying his wife in late 2025—Taj continues to structure his life around building long-term security and stability for his loved ones.
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Imaginery Internet Friends

It’s surprisingly warm tonight, and so of course I can’t sleep.
I should be able to, because I had a reasonably late night last night with friends.
What was going to be a quick drink, somehow turned into something somewhat bigger.
I was a little sluggish at work today, and tonight I feel like I need a good sleep, but I just can’t get there yet.
Ah well, you get that. And no regrets, of course, because it was loads of fun.
One of the lovely and unexpected things that happened while having a drink with a mate on the weekend was a bloke who came up to me and said… “I enjoy reading your blog” to which I replied, rather startled, thankyou very much.
He then asked me “when are you leaving”? What a nice man to have the courage to come up to a complete stranger and offer such a lovely comment. Thank you. It takes more guts than I probably have.
And of course I was both surprised and flattered to be reminded that people actually read my blog.
But then I thought to myself I read lots of blogs about the lives of people I don’t know also.
And I love reading about their lives and feel like I know them. Or at least part of them.
Carol from Don & Carol calls these people her “imaginary internet friends”.
In the last few years, Tom has quit his job because he was bored with it, and wanted to pursue something more meaningful; Tyson also quit his job recently because he hated it and he’s about to move to Sydney; Monty came out of the closet and went on a fairly concerted search for a boyfriend, which occured; Mark moved to Sydney and then back to Perth, completed a Phd and is now looking for work; and Mary-Helen got on with the job of de-cluttering and renovating.
More recently, I’ve started reading some other blogs including Andrew and Victor, who exposed himself briefly to the world with a photograph (I saw it Victor, albeit briefly). And recently I’ve begun to read about Sandra and Roger who both live in Sweden. And there’s heaps of others I love reading.
Yes, I have real friends too. And some of them including Andrew, Graeme and Grant have their own blogs.
But it’s nice to have these internet friends also. People whose lives I find interesting, because they’re mostly fairly honest about what’s happening in their lives, though thankfully, don’t get bogged down in unnecessary and uninteresting detail.
Deep down, reading these blogs is both entertaining and perhaps also meeting a much deeper and fulfilling an otherwise unfulfilled need in my life.
Such are the thoughts you consider when it’s midnight and you should be asleep.
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It’s “No” To The Shorts
After catching up with friends at the pub, it’s been a night of washing, dry and packing clothing for my trip to Sweden. I leave tomorrow night at eight o’clock.
The big dilemma? The denim shorts my niece gave me for Christmas. Should I pack them? On the one hand, denim shorts can be quite practical. They can be hard wearing. You can wear them a few times without need for washing. And they don’t need ironing.
But fashion wise? Do they look okay? So I took a photo, uploaded it to Facebook, Twitter and Google+ and asked my peeps. Here’s the definitive answer on denim shorts in 2011…
Denim shorts …… are we talking YMCA style denim shorts…..
2 hours ago · LikeAll I can say is no to the shorts. Have a great trip though.
49 minutes ago · LikeI’m with Grant – it’s a nooooooooo to the shorts
32 minutes ago · Like@JamesOBrienAU only if you team them with socks and sandals and a denim vest and post photos
2 hours ago@JamesOBrienAU depends how short they are lol
3 hours ago Favorite Retweet Reply@JamesOBrienAU There are pros to denim shorts? ;-)
I don’t really know. It’s hard to see with that lighting.
Yesterday 23:19
Thank goodness that’s settled.
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Another Busy Sunday
It’s been really great having Patrick visiting this weekend.
After yesterday’s Swedish Saturday, we both woke late.
And while Patrick went off with some friends for a day at the beach, I had a meeting with my friends in Hawkesbury One, an art collectors group we formed a several years ago.
Put simply, we each contribute an amount of money each year with which we collectively purchase art works. The works are then shared and rotated amongst us for six months at a time. It’s a very democratic structure, as we all contribute exactly the same amount of money, and all have an equal say in the art works we purchase.
Overall it was a reasonably productive meeting, and it was great to see everyone again, as we usually only meet every three, four or six months. So it’s not only “business” that we all talk about. “I remember when you were pregnant with your first child”, I said to one of the members, as we reflected on the fact she and her husband now have three daughters. Time flies, eh?
And then I came home and caught up with Patrick, and we then headed off to a birthday party I’d been invited to upstairs at KInselas.
It was a bit of a showbiz party with a few well-known faces here and there, including the very stalkable Matthew Mitcham. It was the second Sunday I’ve seen him in a row. How weird is that?
After a couple of hours, I bid Patrick a fond farewell, as he headed off back to Canberra.
And then I came home, watched my usual favourite Sunday night viewing of British comedy on Foxtel – “Are You Being Served”, “Yes Prime Minister”, “On The Buses” etc – and then it was time for bed.
That’s enough activity for a Sunday, surely?
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Brisbane History with Beers
Even though I lived here for four years, and even though I have a family connection with Brisbane that goes back to the 1960s, the truth be told: I really don’t know that much about the history of Brisbane, and am even a little vague on contemporary Brisbane. Since I left Brisbane at the beginning of 1988 (27 years years ago!)
I’ve been back many times. But every time I come back, there’s always been something less familiar about the place; and there’s always something new to discover. And so that’s why I booked myself an an historical walk around the centre of Brisbane tonight. “Brisbane Brews, ANZAC and Colonial Grit” by Insider Tours.
As I waited for the tour to commence at King George Square, I had a look around the city. The Queen Street Mall is still there (still occupied by today’s equivalent of the 1980s goths I remember) though much larger than when I lived here. Major buildings on the city landscape of the 1980s, like the Uniting Church on Ann Street, have been swamped by medium heigh city sky-scrapers. But there’s still something very “Brissie” about the place. I exchanged text messages with a friend in Sydney who also lived here during the 1980s, saying “Brisbane people look different to people in Sydney” to which she agreed. Although partly it’s the clothing, there’s also something about the “traditional Queensland face” that’s instantly recognisable.
Though of course, Brisbane in 2015 is vastly culturally different from the city I left all those years ago. There was no “Chinatown” to the best of my knowledge, Southbank’s cultural area was still many years away (Expo 88 was about to occur), and the gentrified area in which I’m staying (West End) was fairly dodgy, to say the least.
So I joined the tour which concentrated on the European history of Brisbane, as an outpost of the Sydney penal settlement right up until the Second World War. I learned a few things: I hadn’t realised the Moreton Bay penal settlement was initially settled as a place for conflict re-settlement, and I hadn’t realised how many American soldiers (hundreds of thousands) were here during the Second World War. I’d also never previously looked closely at Anzac Square, and some of the statues and symbolism evident there.
The tour was quite good, though I passed on some feedback that it would be good if they could acknowledge the pre-European/Aboriginal history of Brisbane by explaining more about some of the known history of the Indigenous people who lived here, and who continue to live here.
The tour was book ended with a couple of beers. We started at John Mills Himself, a craft beer bar down a city lane-way that likes to source locally made beers. The two beers we tasted were the Green Beacon Windjammer IPA an India Pale Ale (IPA) beer by Green Beacon Brewing Company, and the Wolf Scratch Pale Ale, an American Pale Ale beer, by Croft Brewing Company. Both were very tasty.
We ended the night at another bar which I can’t remember the name of with another American style beer which was fermented with oranges and cinnamon, hence the addition of a slice of orange in our glasses. The truth be told, I think a lot of people on the tour (including myself) were expecting more beer and less history, and so I think it would be great if the tour included a half-way visit to another craft beer bar.
Along the way I got chatting with a bloke and his dad who love this kind of stuff. The son told me how he and his wife love travel, and she, in particular likes to find tours to go on to learn more about cities. He has promised to text me details of a food tour they did in Rome a couple of years ago.
I also got chatting with a couple who have lived in Brisbane for about twelve years, having previously lived in Sydney. “Where do you live in Sydney”, I was asked (as the only NSW’er on the tour, everyone else was from Queensland). “Oh we miss Sydney”, I was told. “We moved here when we started to have children, as we couldn’t afford to live there anymore”, the woman added, telling me her husband was now commuting between Brisbane and Sydney on a fortnightly basis.
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Modern Madrid
As you’ve undoubtedly read over the last few days, Spain is undergoing what’s being described as “the greatest political crisis in decades”, as there is a move to declare Catalonia (the north east part of the country, centred on Barcelona) independent. Not that I’ve really seen much of it here in Madrid. Although I know there was a major protest here yesterday AGAINST independence, the most I’ve seen has been Spanish flags on lots of buildings, and lots of people (yesterday) carrying and draping themselves in Spanish flags.
Though I had some knowledge of the reasons for the independence campaign before coming here, it wasn’t until today that I decided to read up a little more, to better understand things. I knew they spoke a different language, and I knew there was a long history of an independence movement. Today, I read the movement has transitioned from being a fairly left-wing movement to one with broader appeal, perhaps even a little right-wing. At the moment, however, there are questions about degree to which people in Catalonia want independence. Despite a strong “yes” vote in the unofficial referendum, it seems less than fifty percent of the actually population voted. And today, there was a “no rally” which attracted several hundred thousand people in Barcelona alone. On Tuesday, the leader of Catalonia is expected to formally declare independence, and on Wednesday morning, we’re headed to Barcelona. It’ll be interesting to see if there are further protests when we arrive there. For family and friends reading this, and thinking back to last week’s violence there, we promise to “stay safe”.

As you walk around Madrid there are lots of “political” statements. There’s a huge banner declaring “refugees welcome”. There’s also “yes/no” vote underway, as the people of Madrid have their own citizen referenda on a range of issues. And despite the apparent religious conservatism of the country (overwhelmingly Catholic), it’s heartening to see so many obviously gay men being affectionate to each other in public. As I sat at a bar in a main square this afternoon, there was a couple of gay men openly, passionately kissing. Later, I discovered the metro station, Chueca, centred on the main gay area of town, was proudly displaying rainbow decorations.

I think it’s interesting to reflect on this stuff, because, as a tourist you often only find yourself visiting the “historic” parts of a city. They’re the places which, understandably, hold a lot of attraction. You visit the palaces, the castles, the churches, and the ancient squares, and they’re absolutely terrific.

But when I travel, I also like to better understand the contemporary aspects of a city as well. So today, I went for a few big walks, and hopped on a few buses to what you might call “Modern Madrid”. Down by the river, in the midst of the ancient bridges, there were ordinary people going for their walks. Kids in prams. Grandmothers in wheel-chairs being taken out for an afternoon in the sun. Simple small, neighbourhood bars where you find older people sitting around, laughing, and where they serve a bit of sausage/salami on a piece of bread (as opposed to something more “gourmet” as their “tapas”), and where for 4 Euros, you get two beers and four small snacks. That’s a bargain you won’t get at Plaza Mayor!

Tomorrow, I’m thinking it’s museums and galleries.

