It’s All About How You Handle It
Okay, so many of you who read this have noticed I've written a lot about the severe side of disability. The labels, the misunderstandings, and even the medical jargon but to this point, I haven't written about the humorous side of disability. This will be a little bit more of a personal share for me, but it is important. You know that I can't drive all that well for those who know me exceptionally well. To put it kindly, I am no champion race car driver. For those of you are not aware of my ineptitude of driving my form of legs. Let me explain... I am a 26-year-old lab. Wheelchair, but this does not mean I act like it. I treat my wheelchair like a dirt bike. I go out to the bars and even ride my wheelchair down the street in the dark, which gives my mom a heart attack. One of these times occurred approximately four years ago. I was conducting personal business at the bank when I had another of what I would call a "Jay moment." I had taken the local public trans...