I had to look away, just couldn't handle it. I don't know what it is, but the older I get the more that kind of shit bothers me.
Monday, November 02, 2020
Damn
I was driving past the closed down Rite-Aid yesterday and saw a couple teaching their child how to use a motorized wheelchair, weaving in and out between cardboard boxes set on the ground, the kid's walker next to their vehicle. I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, but the youngster looked to be 6 or 7 years old.
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Well, I'm 74 and while I understand your reaction, I have a different take... from your description, I would have seen some good parents teaching a child to cope with a disability. Parents like that need to be given medals these days, there are way too many of the neglectful kind out there.
ReplyDeleteI know how you feel. A couple of years ago, my daughter had a pool party and sleep over for her birthday. While the rest of the girls were roughhousing in the pool, one girl just floated around on a raft,kicking her feet. The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table as the girl's parents came to pick them up. The girl who was just floating got outside the door, then ran back and gave me a hug and thanked me. She was going the next day for surgery. She had a cyst or tumor on her spine that had to be removed. Long story short, she have never walked again since the surgery. They knew going in that this was a possibility. She has handled it pretty well. Kids are a lot more resilient than most people think. But at 14 or so she is looking at the rest of her life in a wheelchair, with all the physical baggage that comes with being paralysed from the waist down. She always has a smile when I see her at the school. But damn, I hate it for her. I am glad she got one last time to lay on a pool float with her sunglasses, kicking her feet without a care in the world.
ReplyDeleteJust got real dusty in here
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DeleteMost of that stuff didn't bother me....until I had kids. Now I'm a giant softy. As I get older the perspective has changed drastically.
ReplyDeleteMy younger son took a bunch of friends down to Mom's house in the hill country for their senior trip when they finished high school. They went to SXSW and some other stuff in San Antonio. 4 girls and 3 boys. One morning Mom called and said the boys were getting mad because the girls (who were all staying in one room) were sleeping late. I told her to stay out of and let them sleep. Those girls are all high academic performers and could manage their own time. What I did not know at the time was that one of the girls was living in a shelter at that time with her mother because of a domestic abuse situation (since resolved). That young lady came up to me later and said she loved moms house and that was the first good night sleep she had in a long time. You never know when what you think is just normal can really be a random act of kindness.
ReplyDeleteMikey and Chris, Thanks for sharing your stories.
DeleteI used to have to see that kind of thing, or know the people involved, to choke up. Now (I'm 73) I tear up at the least mention - an older buddy of mine used to say, "Now I get excited if the soup's hot" and I know what he meant.
ReplyDeleteHaving lived for more than a few decades, and knowing how tough the world can be when healthy, it can really hit home knowing the tough row that child has ahead.
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