Daily Archives: August 27, 2007

Wheelchairs and Penguins


Saturday we went to Costco (warehouse grocery store) to pick up lunch supplies for the boy and the guys carted me around in the wheelchair.

It is an understatement to say it was an experience.

First, what were we thinking going on a busy saturday?

Second, God is teaching me things, things about control.

Like, I don’t have ANY control in a wheelchair.

Like, I DON’T like not being in control.

Like, the guys have very different ideas of how things should be done and in what order. 🙂

I told son this morning what I thought God was trying (and I say trying because I’m fighting to learn/accept it) to doing in my life with this whole foot thing

{which would be working on my control and patience issues} and asked him what he thought God was trying to teach him.

He says, and I quote “Everything. laundry”

[That boy will make a fine husband someday]

So the wheelchair doesn’t have the big wheels to hand push yourself around in.

My son was whizzing me around so fast that I was getting motion sick. And we went from the blankets to the game systems games about 12 times in about 12 seconds. Because that is what he wanted to look at.

Then when I said, enough, let hubby have a ‘chance’ to push me, hubby would then meander along, slow and steady, staring at everything with that ‘man face at Home Depot’ look.

you know the one, glassy eyes, mouth open, neck cocked upward

You guys know the face when you hit Home Depot/car store/book store/hooters [whatever your fancy is] and are in awe of all the ‘stuff’ ! 😉

*Jim, don’t be mad, I love you and thank you for taking care of cranky ole me when I’m down!


If you ever want to learn compassion for someone different than you, walk a day in their shoes…


Riding in a wheelchair is crazy. People don’t see you.

If you are not eye level to someone they look right over you.

And then are miffed when they almost run over you, like you are in their way.

Side Track:

Ya know how when bikers ride by another biker they give them the head nod or cool side wave or whatever bikers do.

Well, disabled people DON’T DO that.

I think I saw 3 people in various forms of being disabled, in wheelchairs and tried to give them a smile, sympathetic nod and such.

nothing. nada.


{Edit: I’m sorry if disabled is not the correct word!}

I have a lot more empathy

2 : the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for empathy

and compassion for those less mobile

1. a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another who is stricken by misfortune, accompanied by a strong desire to alleviate the suffering.

  1 corin 12:12The body is a unit, though it is made up of many parts; and though all its parts are many, they form one body. So it is with Christ. 13For we were all baptized by one Spirit into one body—whether Jews or Greeks, slave or free—and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.