I hit my 30th anniversary of my injury, and I am still surprised how kind and helpful people can be. Dropped my cell phone? The man eating his lunch on the park bench offers to help. Struggling to carry snacks to one of my son's soccer games? Three people simultaneously offer to help. Girlfriend trying to hold chair up stairs in Mexico? Car with dead battery? Chair front caster caught on sprinkler head? Help, help, and more help. In 30 years I was robbed once and helped 1000 times. I have faith in people.
On Wed, Oct 22, 2014 at 10:06 PM, <[email protected]> wrote: > Hi Joan, > Happy 24th anniversary. I always love hearing from you are so positive and > warmhearted. I'm sorry what happened to you with your wheelchair boy you > are brave. You had a guardian angel watching out for you thank God. > Love your fellow comrade on wheels > > Sent from my iPhone > > On Oct 22, 2014, at 7:58 PM, "Joan Anglin" <[email protected]> wrote: > > It is an ongoing problem, no one can find the problem solution. What made > it most difficult was that I had forgotten to tighten up my control collar > so that I could easily turn the chair back on. And in the sunshine I could > not see where it was flashing, my bad. Joan > > > > *From:* [email protected] [mailto:[email protected] <[email protected]>] > > *Sent:* Wednesday, October 22, 2014 4:57 PM > *To:* [email protected]; [email protected] > *Subject:* Re: [QUAD-L] Anniversary and good Samaritans > > > > I truly hope you got your chair fixed. Was it a circuit breaker... or a > bad control module? > > Best Wishes > > > > In a message dated 10/22/2014 4:06:50 P.M. Central Daylight Time, > [email protected] writes: > > The 15th marked 24 years with SCI. It just so happened that we were out > and about that day and we are having a beautiful Indian summer with highs > in the sixties and no severe freeze so far. > > We finished shopping at Sam’s Club and I decided to just roll over to the > next place we were going which was only seven or eight blocks away. My > wheelchair has been behaving itself quite well so I felt confident I could > beat the others to the next store. I took off at a good clip (for an omega > track) and realized when I got there that the store had moved another eight > or 10 blocks away a couple of months ago. No problem, except that the > wheelchair decided to quit right as I was crossing the street. I was able > to flag down a pedestrian who restarted my chair. A little more cautiously > I kept on going, stopped again, a couple of people came over to ask if I > needed help-of course I did. Now I am being very cautious as I am realizing > it is quitting when I try to go faster. I’ve already given up on the > challenge of beating everyone else to the next store, just want to get > there without breaking down in the middle of the street again. I finally > reach the parking lot of the next shopping mall, which is quite empty, and > get out to the middle of the lot. Stopped again, this time there are no > pedestrians, so I resign myself to waiting until somebody misses me and > comes to find me, because they are in Walmart and the cell phones don’t > work to reach them. Suddenly a car veers over and a young man gets out. As > he is walking over three more cars come over and everyone gets out. I guess > I was noticed, because they all want to know if I’m OK and do I need help. > The young man gets to me first, starts my chair off, and I thank everyone, > and leave for the store. Then I noticed that the young man’s car is > following me. He escorts me to Wal-Mart, and then smiles and says have a > great day and drives off. > > Moral of the story, move out west to find plenty of good Samaritans. Have > a great day everyone, I sure did. Joan > >
