Wheelchair to Walking
I had a very remarkable experience the other day. I decided to do my killer four mile run that exists as the doppleganger to my beer drinking. I burn calories through the running, I restore calories by beer drinking. It is a real co-dependent relationship. Maybe even dysfunctional. As I came off the path around the lake, I was dying. I had given blood about two hours before and was feeling the lack of red blood cells and oxygen. And age. And an extra 20 pounds. I saw a group of people coming towards me. As I approached them, I saw a woman was being surrounded by a man and a bunch of kids (presumably a family) and she was walking with the man holding her closely. She was moaning with delight as she came to the lake. Her steps were halting, her grin was not. Behind her was a young boy rolling an empty wheelchair. Arm rests were laying on the ground several yards behind the group. As I passed, I saw the arm rests and asked if they wanted me to pick them up. The man ...