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I was walking home from the grocery store in 16 degree weather, and at one point there was this poor guy in front of me, also just having gotten his groceries. I don't know exactly what he had, didn't look quite like ALS or muscular dystrophy, but his legs were super bent and he was dragging his feet on the pavement, using a wheeled walker to help. It took him so, so long to finish each step, and I kept thinking about how long it'd take him to get home, regardless of how close by he lived.
I also wondered if he couldn't afford a wheelchair. Attempting to walk seemed not just ineffective, but incredibly painful, for this man.
There's also another man in a wheelchair in my neighborhood, and maybe I shouldn't assume things like this, but whenever he looks up at me, he just looks so sad. It seems like he hasn't been able to find good people who love him despite his disability. Now it's dawning on me that I should make an effort to talk to him.
So many of us complain because we don't have money, or the body of a supermodel, or whatever it is. But like…if you can see with both eyes, and your legs work, and you're not an amputee, you've basically won the lottery. And how many of us act like we know that? Close to zero. In fact, a lot of the time, I feel like it's disabled people that surprise me with their infectious gratitude and amazing outlook.
If anyone who's physically disabled is reading this, I just want you to know you're amazing. It takes so much strength for many of you to do things that able-bodied people don't even have to think about.
God, I hope he wins this.