Being handicapped has certainly changed the world's view of me. Strangers are much, much (much) nicer. A few examples include:
1. They open doors, with a half-smile. A few brave ones go "how'dya doit?" and a large amount also add "skiing?" or "skiing I hope??". A few have stories about when they were on crutches or when they crashed skiing. What is weird is when you see/meet another person on crutches. There is an immediate "hey, yeah, it sucks" interchange, all though the eyes. A shout out to my buddy Curt. He too lived an adventurous life, he too now lives the life of a gimp.
2. They smile as I walk past them, and move out of the way. Two guys actually carried me to help out in front of the Fillmore. The Fillmore was an experience of its own (see photo). The second storm had just hit and while my crutches have cramp-ons, my wheelchair does not have snow tires.
3. They remember me. I met a boy at the bar because he remembered me from his store a week earlier . I consider that a bonus.
Good news: The doc gave me the go-ahead to put some weight on the leg, while using the crutches. I should be walking with out them in three weeks.
I am blessed with a best friend who is an amazing artist. See some of her work here, labeled "emily-anne" to the right.
Also please check out my buddy's site, labeled as "david lee" to the right, he is a captivating author, international adventurer, and inspiration for all. He also makes me want a large funny picture on the top of my blog.
1. They open doors, with a half-smile. A few brave ones go "how'dya doit?" and a large amount also add "skiing?" or "skiing I hope??". A few have stories about when they were on crutches or when they crashed skiing. What is weird is when you see/meet another person on crutches. There is an immediate "hey, yeah, it sucks" interchange, all though the eyes. A shout out to my buddy Curt. He too lived an adventurous life, he too now lives the life of a gimp.
2. They smile as I walk past them, and move out of the way. Two guys actually carried me to help out in front of the Fillmore. The Fillmore was an experience of its own (see photo). The second storm had just hit and while my crutches have cramp-ons, my wheelchair does not have snow tires.
3. They remember me. I met a boy at the bar because he remembered me from his store a week earlier . I consider that a bonus.
Good news: The doc gave me the go-ahead to put some weight on the leg, while using the crutches. I should be walking with out them in three weeks.
I am blessed with a best friend who is an amazing artist. See some of her work here, labeled "emily-anne" to the right.
Also please check out my buddy's site, labeled as "david lee" to the right, he is a captivating author, international adventurer, and inspiration for all. He also makes me want a large funny picture on the top of my blog.
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