Who? Me? In a wheelchair?
I am astounded to find myself here. In the merry old days when I navigated by feet instead of by wheels (and didn't appreciate it), I pushed wheelchairs, I loaded wheelchairs into cars, I pushed wheelchairs through soccer fields. But l never dreamed that someday I would be riding and somebody else would be doing the pushing.
Some remarkable changes have occurred. First of all, I have shrunk. I am a lowly bush in a forest of Georgia pines. I am a dwarf in a land of giants, and my neck hurts. Where I used to deal eye-to-eye with faces and frowns and smiles, I now find myself dealing with derrieres and untied shoes and babies.