Posted: July 7, 2007 in Living The Lifestyle

“I like riding on your lap to the bus,” my daughter says as we make our usual morning path to the school bus stop, where I see her off to school, then make my way to work.

“You don’t know how good you have it,” I say, peering over her right shoulder, driving my powerchair down the sidewalk.

“I know – the other kids have to walk to the bust stop,” she says.

“No, I mean, you don’t know how good you have it compared to when I was a kid,” I say.

“How?” she asks.

“When I was a kid, not only did everyone walk to the bus stop, but it was four miles away, and it was worse for me because not only couldn’t I walk, but I didn’t have a wheelchair, either,” I say.

“That’s no true – you had a wheelchair,” she says.

“No, I didn’t,” I say.

“Then how’d you get around?” she asks.

“A log,” I say.

“What do you mean, a log?” she asks.

“My parents were poor and mean, and sat me on a log, telling me to learn to push it,” I say.

“No – that’s not true,” she says.

“Imagine trying to push a log for four miles to the bus stop each morning, up hill,” I say.

“I’ve seen pictures of you as a little boy, and you had a little wheelchair,” she says.

“…But, coming home was easy because it was all downhill – I just had to stay atop the log as it rolled,” I say.

“You’re the most teasing dad ever,” she says.

“You call it teasing, but I’m telling you, it’s absolutely true,” I say, pulling up to the bus stop.

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