On my walk to choir, I heard music
coming closer. I turned around when I realized it was not coming from a car. Bikes
often ride on the sidewalk instead of the busy street, but this was not a bike.
I stepped out of the way to let a motorized wheelchair zoom on past with its smiling
large male driver.
When I got to the stoplight he was
still waiting to cross. I told him, “That is a nice chair, allowing you to get
around well.”
“It will go 15,” he said.
I commented, “I heard the music, so I
knew to look at what was coming.”
He replied, “I do not have a horn.”
“You could have run me over,” I
laughed.
“Oh I would not do that,” he replied. “I
watch carefully. I have almost been hit a couple of times.”
The light changed, we crossed
together, and he went off his way as I followed my path.
What a good thing that most of the
curbs have been made accessible to people with various disabilities. How did
people manage when I was growing up as high curbs were in almost all places? I
guess it was just too bad if you could not get around. I am sure many stayed at
home or at least needed a helper to get from one height to another.
Paula
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