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Originally Posted by flatbutt
So, I went out for a bicycle ride Saturday. Hot, humid and windy so perfect conditions.
I took my usual break for a PBJ bagel and water at the local shop when another boomer took the opportunity to "suggest" that maybe riding in such conditions isn't the smartest choice.
Rather than spitting in his eye I chose to try and explain "why" I do like I do.
Fast forward to what I did after getting home. I sat w
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The gift of mobility is one the things we take for granted. I know I did. Why not? It’s not something we think about. We learn to do it by the time we’re one year old
and really there is no reason to think about it afterwards. Right? That’s natural. Until you’re blessed with an incident that makes you think about it. What if you couldn’t walk? Just imagine all of the things you couldn’t do. And what if your arms are impaired as well? What then?
I’ve had the rare privilege and, perhaps, what might be considered an unfair advantage over many people. I’ve had the experience of losing my mobility for a significant time and then was gifted by regaining it. So, I know what it feels like to be bed ridden. I still can’t run or ski, skate, surf or even walk steadily.
Whenever someone tells me that my continuing struggle against my handicap has inspired them in some way, I am fueled even more so to keep on truckin.’
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IF I may quote the distinguished Mr Butt
Mobility...
A year ago I was on the floor wearing diapers... I was trying to kill myself and failed miserably!
So my friends and family scraped me together and moved me into assisted living.
Long story short I had forgotten how to walk
Longer story shorter fortunate thing was I have Medical insurance so I have physical therapy and Dr's/Nurses hovering over me... But I digress...
Needless to say I was mobility challenged... First there was to the walker, now a cane, can walk freely but wobble like a toddler 😋 (I spill food on myself too... But I did that before 'the incident')
Two things I takeaway from my days being challenged.
A. Don't whine about them making things handicapped compatible, someday you may need it.
B. People in Lost Angeles are not so bad!
My first clue was when little old ladies were opening the door to the liquor store for me.
That set off the alarm(s) in my head.
1. Why am I at the liquor store at 7 AM and
2. Do I really look that bad that grandma had to hold the door for me?
Yes, yes I did.
Anyway my takeaway from having to use a cane and walker is that every high school student should have to use a walker for one day to experience the physical and psychological ramifications.