wheelchairs diminish your place in the world
you are at eye level with everyone’s navel
except for children who accept you
for who you are
just another adult in a chair
unlike adults who load you with their fears
“what happened, accident”
“no. cancer.”
conversation over
polite regrets ensue as they search for an exit
counters are higher
doorways are narrower and often hostile
strangers are more polite
waiting in line is no longer
such a big deal
The Ace Hotel Notebook 