I have used the words definitely-abled many times. In my work with the churchwide organization we even have a Definitely-Abled Youth Advisory Committee. This wording has changed over the years to somehow accurately describe and actively partner with those with some type of disability. We think automatically to someone in a wheelchair, with a hearing issue, etc. However, I have a new appreciation especially for those who navigate this world confined to a wheelchair.
Robert and I went to Disney right before Christmas. Flights were booked for Friday, the 17th. My sister and her three kids were meeting us there. They live in Charlotte and were driving down. On Wednesday the 15th, the phone rings and Melanie tells me she’s heading to the emergency room and she’s hurt her foot. Now, I wish I could tell you there’s some great story to this. She ran a 1/2 marathon on Saturday and then on Wednesday, somehow stepped wrong off the curb in her own driveway and broke her foot. Best laid plans needed to change. Two flights cancelled later and Robert and I were in Mel’s car driving to Disney rather than flying. Wheelchair rented – check. Extreme packing skills – check. We’re on our way.
Arrival at Disney – check. Robert ready to purchase his own ticket home rather than riding back – check. (No way was I letting that happen but he asked about cost) Crowds like you wouldn’t believe – check.
That new appreciation – well, let’s just say that my respect and consideration went through the roof. People were impatient with us getting her around. One woman actually compared having a stroller to having someone in a wheelchair so she could get the handicapped spot on the monorail. REALLY??? She was appalled at having to move her family one slot over. Those of you who know us will find it hard to believe that we let that one go without a word. I know, shocking. The monorail guy was ready to bean her and dealt with her frustration very well. Not only were we standing right there when she said it but we were invisible and obviously she thought we couldn’t hear either.
Melanie spent only a short period of time unable to put pressure on her foot. 6 weeks and some physical therapy and she’ll be back out pounding the pavement. The experience will not quickly be forgotten. It was a shame that it happened and did put a damper on the trip but for Robert and Grant especially – we took turns pushing – the experience was priceless. A lesson learned for all of us. Take the time to pay attention. Your kindness goes a long way.
Tammy, thank you so much for this blog. I know that I am only conventionally able this moment in time … and until I break my glasses, without which I can’t see a hand in front of my face. We follow the one who proclaimed radical inclusion and special consideration for the most vulnerable among us. I so appreciate the view from the wheelchair and the wheelchair pusher.
Blessings,
Marilyn