A matter of perspective


Being in a wheelchair, good or bad? A matter of perspective.

The other day, I was visiting a social event, and I met a guy who had been in an accident as a kid. I won’t go into all the details, but he has spent his life in a wheelchair since.

Just imagine, never being able to walk again. No beach strolls, not running through the grass on your bare feet. Not being able to join a volleyball game. Nothing. Think of all the things you’d miss. These are just some of the things racing through my mind when I was talking with him. He was quite a nice chap, so I felt extra sorry for him (as if being nice has anything to do with it, I know).

He must have senses something, I guess, because at some point he mentioned he was sad that people would always feel sorry for him.

Say again?

He felt sad because people felt sorry for him. Not because he was a victim, but for them. Because, so he told me, he didn’t see his wheelchair to be limiting him in what he could do. Instead, he said, his wheelchair liberated him: “If it wasn’t for my wheelchair, I’d never be able to get out of bed, let alone leave my room or house”.

Wow…talking about perspective…


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