Afternoon,
Girls & Guys…
So, like
abled-bodied people, the hardest thing for the independent crip to do is slow
down. Yes, we do go slower than most of
the world, but we still like to clip. I’m
so guilty of this. When we walk
somewhere, I’m the drill sergeant keeping us going. If I can help it, I only stop for cross
traffic or the occasional red light.
Otherwise, it’s go. I don’t mind
stopping if we see something that catches our eye or one of us needs to
readjust in the likelihood we hit a bump…Midland roads are hell on chairs, and,
like I’ve said before, we can’t trust sidewalks to run from block to block.
We live in a
“go, go, go” world, it’s true. We’re
made to feel like we’re slowing said world down if we don’t keep up. We’re pushed, which isn’t necessarily a bad
thing, but it can make one feel
inferior if caught on an off day. Nobody
wants to feel like a burden crip or not, so we make it happen. But, in the process, we miss stuff.
As crips, we
have chairs that go 7.5+ m/hr. That’s
haulin’ when you don’t have a car shell around you. Actually, it benefits a crip to slow down a
bit. There’s nothing like a bug flying
in the mouth when you’re talking to someone just goin’…and, sleet SUUUUCKS.
So, slow
down, smell the flowers once in a while.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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