It was a delightful experience, taking my wife to the theater to enjoy a terrific musical. The seats were near the front to get the most of the experience. I purchased seats on the aisle to be able to extend my legs to keep them limber. Though the seats did not fit my back, I was determined to make the most of it. Then, intermission came...
No matter how hard I tried, I could not get up. People wanted out of the aisle to go to the bathrooms and purchase more refreshments. They jammed together as they waited for me to get out of the way, but it wasn't happening. My wife had to climb over the top of me, and pull from the isle way. Even that took considerable effort to get me unfolded from the shape of the seat. When she finally pulled me free, my legs would not hold me up, buckling with every attempt to move out of the way.
In all honesty, there was not one complaint from those trying to get out of the row. They could see how much difficulty I was having, and though I was keeping them from their desired freedom, they were very kind. My wife was so encouraging and supportive. She held me up, and waited patiently for my legs to hold me up. No, the frustration was only with me.
I have struggled with recovery from surgeries, and bore the pain of doing more than my surgically repaired body could handle. All of those things were expected and approached them with a good attitude. This was different. I was at the theater, and couldn't do what healthy people could do. I could not explain away what I was experiencing. Suddenly the word "disabled" felt so real.
I am no different than any other person with disabilities. We would rather ignore reality, adapt to what is happening, and move on. But, there are those times when we cannot pretend. At those times you know exactly what I was feeling at the time. I have never felt so disabled. I wished I had Mary Poppins Umbrella and could just fly.
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